I’ve spent the day missing things I’ve gotten rid of. This is unexpected. In particular, I miss Dad’s t-shirts. They never fit me because he was a little gnome, and I’m a grand Teutonic queen, but I took them after he died because I thought they were funny.

Dad volunteered for several different organizations and collected some odd t-shirts that he had to wear at events. There was one slightly lewd one with a chocolate-covered banana on it. The sale of the chocolate-covered bananas was an annual fund-raiser for the Lions Club, or was it the Elks?

There was a hot pink one (not Dad’s chosen color) with a fat little porker on it. It was for a barbecue for the benefit of the church. Then there were colorful tees for the historical society, and the library, and the hospice society.

I got rid of them in an early round of purging. I just saw an idea on Pinterest for making pillows out of old t-shirts. Now I’m sad that I don’t have Dad’s collection.

When I think about it though, I’m really sad because my Dad is gone, and my brother-in-law just passed away. Sorrow is hard to deal with. I want to keep things, so I don’t have to deal with the loss of loved ones. It doesn’t work that way, of course, but this is the thought process that leads to hoarding for some of us. I won’t mention any names.

Sigh. So I must feel my feelings, and not try to hoard them away, or shop them away, or eat them away. That about covers my dysfunctional coping skills.

My functional coping skills? Talk it out, take it one day at a time, and continue to get rid of stuff.

Meanwhile, a little home maintenance is in order.

WEEKEND MAINTENANCE:

Living Room:

1 hour 20 minutes. This included the usual picking up, but also included going through all the mail and opening some Amazon packages that had been piling up. I got a little herb garden, some Swiffer dusters and some Bissell carpet cleaning solutions. I packed up a box to donate, and 3 bags to recycle (mail and packing materials).

I also ordered and received these 2 scarves, because I felt I needed a treat (or two).

Okay, so I did a little emotional shopping. My bad.

Stay tuned…

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