Permission

Ive been having a hard time as I sort through things; I posess items of value. I should sell them, I could use the income, and while Ive listed a few things on Craigslist and Marketplace... its been crickets. I was talking with Sarah today, and she told me to just get it out of my house; donate everything and be done with it...things will be okay. So thats what I've been doing. I've also trashed 40 years of love letters, notes and cards. Will I regret it, erasing my personal history? I dont know.

While I'm content and happy being on my own, there are times like today, that I wish there was a man that I could sit with on the sofa and lean into, to have an arm around me. Its a comfort thing; I miss hugs. Im really thankful to have Megan, always nearby and underatanding, willing to hug me whenever I want.

So many books; and this is less than a quarter of what I had.



The sorting room.



I love my back deck.



Im still living at Megans because mine smells strongly of air freshner and faric softner, also known as certain death in my world. I've been blasting with ozone to no avail, so if anyone wants to throw up some prayers that it would miraculously go away, I'd be cool with that.



Its pollen season here, and Megan surprised me by washing my car.