Starting small, trying to lull myself into a false sense of security. Sold my desk yesterday to a very sweet Korean family. Not too attached to this desk, only had it for a year. Today begins the real task – dealing with all the many, many boxes which lurk with sharpened teeth in our storage closet.
Stuff like – I have this charcoal drawing of my mother when she was in her early 20s. What the hell do I do with this? Can’t toss it out, or give it to Goodwill, it’s my mom, for crap’s sake. And I don’t think we’ll have a good place to hang it in our new apartment, so…..it’s shit like this that will be the cause of contiguous Bloody Marys.
Be back to report more later.
Filed under: Bring Grammy A Bourbon | Tagged: shutup, YOU do, you drink too much
