Twice this week I have felt pretty weepy at having to say goodbye to some of my material possessions. First, I packed up some of my XL T-shirts. I have recently lost around 25 lbs. and they are way too big to wear now. Well, all of my Jimmy Buffett T's are XL and I almost cried having to give them away. But I quickly reminded myself that I DID NOT want to be able to fit into them again, ever. So I wouldn't back out of the donation, I took them to Goodwill immediately. They are gone and surprisingly, I don't miss them (well, maybe my Fruitcakes and Carnival World T-shirts). I have gone to Goodwill a couple of times to see if I could reunite with my old T's, but they are not to be found, which is for the best. Out of sight, out of mind!
Then today, since my husband is out of town, I had the pleasure of dealing with 109 U-Pull It man (you know the jingle-I know you are singing it out loud right as I speak). He came to haul off my husband's 1990 Ford Bronco II (he bought it in 1990 and met me in 1991 so I was pretty attached to the old "black bomb" also). I gave him the paperwork my husband left for me (title, keys, and a list of all the things that were wrong with the truck-not that the list mattered since they were buying the truck for parts). But making the list helped my husband with saying goodbye to the truck. Since he was not here for the ceremonial moment, I videotaped the adventure. And believe it or not, I got weepy. Oh I tried to look cool behind my glasses, but having that old truck hauled off touched me also. Because that was my history leaving as well. We had a lot of fun in that truck (especially the time my back glass got shot out in Greensboro-a story for another time). But I am reminded that we can't hold onto "things". My memories are not enveloped in the "things" in my life, but the people that shared the "things" with me along the way. I will miss my T-shirts (because I LOVE Jimmy Buffett and I will miss that old truck, but Jimmy's music is still here to make me feel good and so is my husband (bless his heart-ya'll know what I mean). It's all good!
