(three trips to the dump later)
if I had the energy I'd list what, from the little I had left anyhow of my previous life, has now been rehomed, recycled, reused and put in the refuse. . .
. . .I haven't
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Reminds me of a very old and very bad joke:
Q: Where does the Lone Ranger take his garbage?
A: To the dump, to the dump, to the dump, dump, dump!
Dinner dinner dinner dinner Batmaaaaan!
(Sorry, couldn't resist)
I hope you feel lighter now. I always do when I've dumped, recycled and rehomed.
lighter, yes, that is an interesting way of putting it! thanks mig
shot see, I get that kind of joke. . .
<---recalls doing that with what little she got at the point of separation.
There was a lightness that came--along with a whole JUMBLE of emotions.
(And we all KNOW how I love that feeling jazz!)
*HUGShugsHUGS*
mel what's weird is the emptiness I was feeling (I got virtually everything, he took praactically nothing) until mig said "lighter". . .
. . .then I floated away
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