I did my walk in the kiss of shiver morning warmed by the sun on a brilliant blue day. My friend and I walked our two miles talking about life and happenings with just a dash of divorce.
When I returned home, my 72 year old cleaning lady and I tackled the 1000 sq. ft basement that had more crap than content. After 15 large contractor bags of trash and 6 filled for Goodwill, the basement looked.. nice! It even smelled different. Probably unearthing the boys dirty clothes helped alot. We even culled the storage closet and reorganized the oversized pantry which was a huge relief!
While hauling out a 48 quart container I delicately walked around a trash bag carpeting the tile floor to avoid the near occasion of slipping. What I didn't realize was that there was a huge, partially (and irregularly) filled trash bag in the exercise room which was the staging area. Imagine my surprise and shock as I stepped, then slipped on that thick slippery bag, falling up and to the side, crashing into a universal gym, boxes at random angles holding onto the large container the whole time.
I screamed as the shatter, crash, crumple and bang of bags, boxes, loose items careened around me, my ankle bending to the floor, my arm at a weird angle, thinking.. oh crap, I'm gonna break my arm, there goes my ankle. However.. turns out that trash and clutter were my friends. Today I have bragging rights on my bruises which complement my pricker shredded and pummeled shin nicely.
After a soothing hot shower which cleansed the dust and debris, a friend and I carpooled to our daughters swimmeet and had a good time. I don't chatter as much as I used to, no longer feeling the need to fill any silence. I'm much more content to let conversations happen as they will and enjoy what's going around me.
*hugs*
As an aside, while clearing the basement out, whenever I'd come across something of his a single not particularly complimentary word would come out of my mouth. It wasn't said in anger.. more like a little steam escaping. My cleaning lady (who is more of a surrogate mother) later said that if she had a penny for every time I said that word, she'd be a rich woman!
