Today is overcast with a bit of showers. March is coming in somewhere between a lion and a lamb if you’re old enough to recall that grade school sentiment.
I’ve been invited out this evening. A friend of mine has blossomed into quite an expressive contemporary artist for his second act. Tonight I get to watch his process as he creates a piece for my home. I’m genuinely looking forward to the artwork as a jolt of something contemporary around here is needed. Admittedly I’ve embraced a decor narrative that arcs from stately home to what assisted living might look like if Ralph Lauren had a hand in comfortable seating options. But I digress.
Earlier today I ran a bunch of paid invoices from 2022 through my shredder. In doing so I have invariably triggered some silent alarm at a medical provider’s office. Any day now I expect a call regarding an outstanding balance that was paid in full but now will lack my hard copy backup verification. Meh. I can go online to my bank and backtrack I suppose.
I also shredded a ton of photos. Most of them were pics of ‘us’ when there was an “us.” It felt sort of cleansing; just how many Christmas tree pics at a condo that I didn’t inherit do I need to save? Not many I think. I also shredded vacation pics—England, Puerto Rico, Puerto Vallarta…Key West…a lot of scenery-type photos that can easily found online.
I don’t have all that many photos of “us” left as I shredded enough photos when we separated to fill two tall kitchen-size garbage bags. That was rage shredding of course.
Today’s shredding of photos is yet another gesture to lighten my load at this age. I find that I don’t need the pics as I have the memories of the experience. If I can hold onto those I will be doing well.