The Mess We Amass
We are in the process of updating and painting a few rooms.
I’m out of the painting business - spoke with a younger man from one of the job sites.
A real painter.
He’s also a young Dad and perhaps can use a little cash. So, we swung a deal and he’ll be by soon enough.
I have to get the crap cleaned out of the rooms!
Which isn’t easy because I live with a few people who are quite a bit less concerned about amassing a mess.
Mom did a hell of a number on all of us!
People think Dad was the reason that we are all a little off, but the intensity and the OCD stuff came directly via my Dear Mother and I wouldn’t change it at all.
“I love cleaning out rooms,” I said to Kathy.
She looked at me as if I had a huge forehead (I do).
“Why?”
“One, it’s getting cleaned up! And two, you find things!”
I found photos of my kids when they were young. There was the time we went to the wrestling matches.
I also found a few photos where I was young as I was keeping an eye on them as they played.
I always looked more scared (and tired) than happy.
Then I found the holy grail of yesterday’s room cleanup:
A shot of Melky.
She was just 2 or 3 years old.
My barrel-chested pit bull!
She was healthy!
“Damn!”
I threw a lot of stuff - junk - out.
But I also traveled down memory lane a little.
We certainly accumulate messes along the way…
…but if we’re lucky we also string together some hits.
It was fun looking back on when we were young and strong, but man, I miss my doggy.
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