Archives for May 2010
Over the past 3 years, I’ve made a habit out of filling the empty spaces left from my husband’s passing. My finding ways of filling the void left behind has been good. However, filling the empty is not always a good thing.
Filling the empty closet and drawer space was not necessary…but that didn’t stop me. In 3 short years, I went from one to TWO closets filled with clothes. If that wasn’t enough, I filled up a 2nd dresser as well.
Fortunately, I suppose, I didn’t spend money on most of these items. Unless it was run wear that is. Like a shoeless woman, I’ve taken clothing from anyone offering. The clothes need not fit well or even be in style. I took them anyway.
I also kept the old stuff too. I actually had dresses in my closet which I hadn’t worn in over 20 years.
There was only a small section of closet space which I did not fill. Instead, I left the last few items of clothing from my late husband sit there. I said that they were there for this boys — in case they needed a tuxedo AND grew to my husband’s height & weight AND wanted them. It’s a lot of If’s and very little sense. Honestly, I think I feared I’d fill that space with more poorly fitting clothes too.
All I needed was someone to give me permission to toss my clothes into the donation pile…
There’s GNO (girls night out) and there is GRO (girls ride out). We rode out towards the hills and all around the reservoir. It was tons of fun (until my knee began hurting).
After 3 years of being without his dad, YaYa has found a solution to Father’s Day. He’s decided that since I have taken on both the role of mother and father, he would like to shower me with love and what ever else comes to mind. Of course you won’t hear me complaining.
Needless to say, he was so excited about his Father’s Day gift that he insisted on giving it to me early. I had no idea what to expect. Could it be a new screwdriver, handkerchief (aka snot-rag), or pair of Gold Toes?
I was pretty surprised to get this purse which he bought at the neighbor’s garage sale. And since it is my Father’s Day gift, I’ve named it my “man purse.”
The contents, however, are everything but manly.