Work Work Work
Sometimes I have to remind myself that my blog has regular readers, and if I don't post for a while, people start wondering what happened to me. I haven't posted in 2 weeks, so I figured I should post an explanation for my silence.
If it isn't obvious enough from my recent posts, I'm going through a rough time due to the death of my Mom. I'll post more on this topic when I get some time, but for now, I am totally overwhelmed with work. I am singlehandedly emptying out my Mom's house. I have spent the last two weeks filling a huge rollaway 6x8x12 foot dumpster with junk. It is absolutely incredible what sorts of old junk my Mom had squirreled away. For example, I found 5 big boxes containing my late Grandfather's cancelled checks and receipts going back to 1972. I don't know what possessed her to keep junk like that. Hell, I don't know what possessed my Grandfather to keep all that crap. But then there are happier discoveries, like a box I didn't know existed, labelled "Charles' Toys."
It's going to take me a while to get out from under this burden, so if I don't get a chance to post much over the next few weeks, I'm sure everyone will understand.
If it isn't obvious enough from my recent posts, I'm going through a rough time due to the death of my Mom. I'll post more on this topic when I get some time, but for now, I am totally overwhelmed with work. I am singlehandedly emptying out my Mom's house. I have spent the last two weeks filling a huge rollaway 6x8x12 foot dumpster with junk. It is absolutely incredible what sorts of old junk my Mom had squirreled away. For example, I found 5 big boxes containing my late Grandfather's cancelled checks and receipts going back to 1972. I don't know what possessed her to keep junk like that. Hell, I don't know what possessed my Grandfather to keep all that crap. But then there are happier discoveries, like a box I didn't know existed, labelled "Charles' Toys."
It's going to take me a while to get out from under this burden, so if I don't get a chance to post much over the next few weeks, I'm sure everyone will understand.
Comments
It is difficult, Charles. And then you had Mother's Day, and I have Father's Day coming up, and these just remind you all over again.
How terrific to have found the box of toys. If you get a chance, write out what's in it.
Other than that, take care of yourself.
Posted by: Shelley | June 2, 2005 2:57 PM
Thanks for your kind words of support, Shelley. My troubles never seem to end, now my Dad is in the hospital due to a serious infection. For a while, it looked like he wasn't going to make it, but he's getting better now and should recover fully.
Anyway, due to the crush of work, I didn't have time to go through more than the top 2 inches of my toy box. But I jumped for joy when I saw my Spirograph and a SF novel, "Mike Mars, Astronaut." Then I closed it all up and hauled it away to my storage locker. I'll check it out later when I get more time. I'm sure there are enough curios in there for a lot of of weird blog posts.
Posted by: Charles | June 2, 2005 4:49 PM