Speaking of me, I'm feeling better. You know how sometimes all you need is a good cry? Well, funny thing. Apparently a good cry is a lot less than it used to be. I cried a little on the phone with Jordan, and then after we got off I cried for about 2 minutes and suddenly the tears stopped and I felt a little silly. So I got up and tried to pack some more.
Got so little done today. I did manage to go through all the boxes that were already in the basement and sort through them. I threw away a lot of stuff that I didn't even really know why I was keeping, including a lot of old flower petals. However, no matter how much I tried to tell myself there was no real reason to keep them I found I just could not throw out my old corsages from Kevin and Brett. I also found a bunch of crockery and glasses and things that Mom had been saving for me. (She's also been keeping furniture and things for us too, how sweet is that?) And lastly, I also found a box of old books I packed away awhile ago. A bunch of teen books, mostly Sweet Dreams romances, Sweet Valley High, and Nancy Drew mysteries, AND the first chapter book I ever read, a ghost story called Wait Till Helen Comes. Most are books that most people would call shallow silly pointless books (I know one person in particular), but ones that I loved as a girl/teen and that I plan on keeping for my kids. And if they inherit their father's taste in books and don't want to read them, I can always sell them on Ebay or to a used bookstore and make a buck or two.
But anyway, I finished in the basement and decided that I didn't really feel like doing much more tonight, so I think I'm going to read one of the books that I found, a Nancy Drew and Hardy Boys super mystery! Goodness how I love those books. Yes, LOVE. I still find that I like to reread some of my favorite ones over again, no matter how easy the read or simple the plot. So I think I'm going to curl up with my mystery and my Cherry Coke and read until I'm tired or feel like packing some more. Have a good night everyone!
