Work Work Work

Sometimes I have to remind myself that my blog has regular readers, and if I don’t post for a while, people start wondering what happened to me. I haven’t posted in 2 weeks, so I figured I should post an explanation for my silence.

If it isn’t obvious enough from my recent posts, I’m going through a rough time due to the death of my Mom. I’ll post more on this topic when I get some time, but for now, I am totally overwhelmed with work. I am singlehandedly emptying out my Mom’s house. I have spent the last two weeks filling a huge rollaway 6x8x12 foot dumpster with junk. It is absolutely incredible what sorts of old junk my Mom had squirreled away. For example, I found 5 big boxes containing my late Grandfather’s cancelled checks and receipts going back to 1972. I don’t know what possessed her to keep junk like that. Hell, I don’t know what possessed my Grandfather to keep all that crap. But then there are happier discoveries, like a box I didn’t know existed, labelled “Charles’ Toys.”

It’s going to take me a while to get out from under this burden, so if I don’t get a chance to post much over the next few weeks, I’m sure everyone will understand.

2 thoughts on “Work Work Work”

  1. It is difficult, Charles. And then you had Mother’s Day, and I have Father’s Day coming up, and these just remind you all over again.
    How terrific to have found the box of toys. If you get a chance, write out what’s in it.
    Other than that, take care of yourself.

  2. Thanks for your kind words of support, Shelley. My troubles never seem to end, now my Dad is in the hospital due to a serious infection. For a while, it looked like he wasn’t going to make it, but he’s getting better now and should recover fully.
    Anyway, due to the crush of work, I didn’t have time to go through more than the top 2 inches of my toy box. But I jumped for joy when I saw my Spirograph and a SF novel, “Mike Mars, Astronaut.” Then I closed it all up and hauled it away to my storage locker. I’ll check it out later when I get more time. I’m sure there are enough curios in there for a lot of of weird blog posts.

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