Well, I have no alien behavior to report or any communication with the guppy that would be out of the ordinary.
He did call me yesterday afternoon and left a message, using the guise of needing to know my parents' zip code for writing a thank you letter for gifts. I was sitting outside, basking in the sun and reading the paper, so I didn't hear the phone ring...
When I called him back, he admitted that he already knew the zip code (as did D9)? Then he said nicely, "Were you outside in the sun reading?" No, Mr. Wonderful, I was on a date... Or are you spying on me??? Damn, I need to get some more unpredictable habits...
I did decide to host my own version of Clean Sweep yesterday. Our trash can is full. Mr. W. almost fainted from shock to see that I discarded some memorabilia from the past... I am not a packrat at all (to the contrary), but some words from the show sort of settled in uncomfortably.
He was talking to the homeowners in question when he noticed that the W had hoarded things for the future (baby clothes for her teenage daughters when they have families) and junky memorabilia from the past, but nothing in the present... He had accurately and kindly made a statement that he could tell that she was no longer living with her H in today. She started to cry.
He was sweet and pointed out the difference between memories and memorabilia and how you should treat the memorabilia you do want to keep with respect. Obviously, buried in the basement in boxes (under heaps of crap) is not his definition of respectful.
I took the advice to heart and started a major dumping exercise, which I will be continuing to do over the next few weeks. This stuff has got to go.
Next on my list? Mr. W's fishing boat and tackle will be left by the curb with a sign that reads "Free to a good home." Let's see if he sees the message for what it is...
Just keep swimming, just keep swimming...
"There are only 2 ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle."
