evenings they would sit
sixteen minute commuter rail ride to a mtg. Ike a badass summer camper. with lunch in a brown paper bag
my hall mate is away. ergo, no Neil Diamond, no K Tel presents all those other badly dressed decades.
just Randy, just me. not a horrible way to work.
Life becomes easier when you learn to accept an apology you never got. —
Robert Brault (via cesttoujourslamemehistoire)
Oy. So relevant.
(via rartastic)along those lines, someone may recently have told someone, I’m the best thing that never happened to you
(Source: creatingaquietmind, via rartastic)
phone call achievement unlocked: talked to George at the storage joint about clearing out the second and last crate of my mother’s things. George, who was so kind when she moved from the house to the apartment, who’d helped her through moves at PBS where she’d worked and worked.
pitman street people have been planning a yard sale since March. god help me. the things, all the things in a big crate.
time to decide: stay, go, sell, give, burn. keep.
you come, too. can’t speak for my neighbors, but if it’s my stuff and you like it, you can have it.
not so much about letting go as about letting go.
one step, one step
a year ago today
[found at my mother’s apartment. a wallet that was likely given to my father, but never used, wallet-sized scraps and pieces of his life, including small studio snaps of small versions of my brother and me.
I’m told my dad loved me and I believe he did. I believe I loved him, too.
at the end of the day I think we did the best we could do.]