Man, the wind here today could blow your lips off. A little chill
too, but at least there was some sun. I had to meet an appraiser at
my mom's house to value things for the estate. What with one thing
and another, I ended spending the day there. Which was ok because
I needed time to go through papers and locate the deed etc.
The melancholy was all my doing. After I'd found the documents I
needed, I looked through the memory boxes. Lots of old pictures,
report cards, plaster hand-prints, the things we save; many many
boxes. And lots of memories came back, of vacations, confirmations,
vaccinations.. lots. I found the tassel from my high school graduation,
and I remembered that fiddling with it is what caused me to walk into
a free standing hand rail on my way backstage. Bam, full speed, right
into it, causing my huevos to end up in my back pockets. Youch it hurt,
but I couldn't acknowledge the pain because there were classmates all
around. So I walked up to get my diploma taking little bitty steps, and
I hoped that the principal didn't think my watery eyes were caused by
sadness at leaving his school.
Ah, the memories.