Yeah, I know I deviated from my easy to formulate titles, but I had to today. What you see to your left is a booger. But it’s not just any booger. It’s Erin’s booger. I found it yesterday while patching the myriad of nail holes in her walls, after we took down all of her stuff. At first I smiled. I know where that booger came from. When she had bunk beds, a year to 6 months before she was gone, we caught her wiping boogers on the wall. I guess I didn’t get them all.
It made me smile. But then I cried. And I’m still crying. I mean, who knew that a damn booger would evoke tears and intense sadness? I sure didn’t.
Things are going well for me, for both Shaun and myself. But every single day is a struggle. I hate to not live in the present moment but most of the time that sort of sucks. So I keep my eye on whatever I know is coming. Might be 2 days, 10 days, or 5 years down the line. I have to keep moving or I get stuck in a way that I can’t get started again for days or weeks. Sadly, some of you know what I’m talking about. For those of you who don’t, I hope you never do.
We have a buyer for our house, and I’ll talk about that tomorrow. They wanted us to paint that room. I guess they don’t have a girl who might love purple. I’m painting over that booger. It will live in that room forever unless someone comes along and scrapes it off.
#missingerin
