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Ed is home
and outside snowblowing the entire neighborhood. Seriously, he just did the sidewalks for two square blocks.The girls are playing
in the snow (Star Wars... Hoth).We are snowed in and I am making
meatballs to freeze until Christmas Day (prelude to the turkey, for Ed because it's not a holiday for him unless he has red meat sauce and pasta).A perfect day.Thank you, Universe. . |
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We sold Ed's drums tonight. Craig's list. This is good, but very painful. I gave him those drums ten years ago, a combination birthday/Christmas/Valentine's day gift. The girls love to play them. Ed loves to play them.
The girls don't yet know they're sold (getting picked up on Sunday). I will tell them some time between now and then. Ed is very sad. I'm sad because he's sad. The girls will be sad. And then I shall follow suit for them as well.
I said to Ed, "If the worst heartbreak the girls have during this whole nightmare is the loss of those drums, then we did okay."
He agreed.
The falling away is painful. Hopefully, more shall fall away, and I will learn from the pain.
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| Julia can read. Really read. She read a whole primary book to me tonight, with the exception of a few big words. This is huge. Amen.  |
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I like my job.
Mindless and meditative.
I am exhausted.
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| My aunt just hired me to help her company restore documents and artifacts. I start tomorrow. Local, flexible. I could not ask for a better option. Don't ask me why I never thought to ask my aunt for a job before she offered. I'm blond that way. I am grateful. Good night. |
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True
Lifetime
