Overdue
I’m doing some serious spring cleaning and being very firm with myself about what I want to keep and what I want to donate or toss.
The pile of socks is about knee high (pun intended) that need to be matched, inspected for holes, or tossed.
Why am I doing this?
Well, it falls into that go forth in the new year “naked” philosophy that I’ve had for a while. Particularly about only keeping with me those things that I need to and leaving those things that I don’t need or want behind. Usually that reference or philosophy is applicable metaphorically. Today it’s been more literal. Why? Because I’m looking to move. And I have loads of shit that I’d rather not take up 3 flights of stairs, across the bridge, and up 3 flights of stairs again. Granted, with that extra effort my ass would look pretty good.
Still, housecleaning.
It’s good to have something keep my hands busy as my brain continues to sort out the spring cleaning that it desperately needs as well.
My head still hurts a lot these days. I’m blaming it on allergies, PMS, and well… an oversensitive emotional timeclock that records and subconsciously responds to memories and anniversaries before such reasons of … agitation become apparent to the overconscious.
Last year this time was rough. Dad’s illness, etc etc. Some big… very big challenges. It’s good, I suppose, to see what’s changed and what progress has been made since then.
My dad’s my sunshine. He’s healthy and laughs frequently when i call him. He positively giggles. And effortlessly, cheerfully, he always sings out to me in the phone sarangheh (i love you). We’re sometimes like little birds calling this out to each other on the phone. I know, kinda squishy gross. I think it’s the one time that I don’t act sarcastic or snarky about such levels of rapt squishiness.
Sarangheh
Saranghehyo
Sarangheh
Saranghehyo
Sarangheh!!!
Saranghehyo!!!
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