Yesterday was a decoration day here.
They all came down out of storage. I opened each big box and triaged the colors as they arrived in my hands. I was able to get rid of one bag of ornaments. Guiltily. That was all I could manage, hastily, rushing myself to divest myself of these golden things. Trying not to look at myself as I banished balls I remember buying. I did shrink and consolidate the decorations and retire two of the big storage boxes. That’s a big step.
Then all but the reds went back up into the above the closet storage for another year.
G went off to the museum for the very first time since shingles. While he was gone, I worked on the DC book in my messy crowded office space. The boxes sat in the living room waiting for me. G came home just as I reached the 2/3 mark putting together the book. He could only move, sit, talk, and be there for about three hours before the shingles won.
What an awful disease Chickenpox and it’s long delayed sibling is.
Maybe today I will open the ornament boxes.
- Keeping those on the east coast in my thoughts and donating.