After a weekend of sorting, culling and organizing papers, cards, family history and memorabilia, this is the not-as-messy-middle ground I must live with until next time:
I found things I didn't even know I had:
- souveniers from P.E.I., that could have only come from Mom after her trip out there in 1984
- a scribbler Mom had saved from my "playing school" days, where I made up a day plan, wrote out assignments for my imaginary class, did the assignment myself, then marked it myself, back in the teacher role
- Christmas, birthday and "just because" cards from Mom with little more than her name signed, but the knowledge she had spent time to find just the right card - I have sorted them according to category and plan to pull out a random card to fit the occasion and feel Mom's presence when I miss her
- a forwarded email from my brother, to my sister (who had asked him for their punch recipe):
- Curl fingers toward fist
- Be careful not to tuck thumb inside fist. Broken thumbs may occur
- Now raise fist up
- Look directly at target
- For increased power and velocity, twist hip and shoulder toward target as you deliver punch
- For added joy and effectiveness, follow this punch with another from the opposite hand
- This is known as the old one-two
Hope this has been helpful.
And I found more. So much more. Buried treasure was found within the massive heap of years worth of collecting that which felt special at the time.
A new week is upon me and I had to sort myself out of the messy middle and tame the beast until next time. Funny thing is, I am actually looking forward to the next time.
Taking one hard step in a direction you want to go isn't easy, but it is almost always worth the effort.
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