This is getting ridiculous. I've got to start blogging when I get up in the morning.
I'm still working on dejunking our house, which is none to easy. I think we are going to have to get a huge garbage hopper when we move so we can just toss the junk and let it get hauled away.
I was telling my mother, there are two jackets from my college days that my father wore. I bought one for him and then there was mine, that I gave to him when his started to fall apart.
I can't part with them. Just like some of his novelty t-shirts. I can't get rid of them. It would be like throwing my father away. They may be miscellaneous articles of clothing, but they were things that he loved.
That's the hard part about this move.
~sigh~
Now to shift gears..
WTF is up with the new Rob Thomas song?
Trust You is fun enough song, but like She's So Mean, he is so much better than this. I wish he wasn't trying to follow the corporate music path.
If you don't believe me, listen to Ever The Same...this is the man at his brilliant best.
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I'd have to set an alarm clock to blog in the morning. And even then the snooze button would get worn out.
It sounds as if you are making progress with the move.
Good luck with it. Ed
The next time Agnes and I get up to Pittsburgh, we have to get together and trade dejunking stories. I'll bet we came fairly close to the amount of junk you're dealing with in cleaning out her dad's two-room apartment (plus bathroom, kitchen, and storage locker). I feel your pain.
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