Thanks Geno.
I have finished getting through almost 70 boxes of CDs and LPs from a chance acquisition last year.
I would say, I donated about half to others or St Vincent, Salvation Army, Goodwill. All those culls are out of here. Gone and done with.
I am sure everyone is tired of me talking about it all, but this hit me hard, man.
It was not like something just rolling off a duck's back for me.
I can still remember how her eyes lit up when I handed her a small handful of cash (I wished it was ten fold) from "clearing the rooms" as she put it.
It's been a while now, but to learn by a phone call that someone you knew, worked with, trusted, shared so much, even some politics, personal values and other things, but lost touch with, had died and then being asked to help in the same pot of soup so to speak.
I jumped to help, but had no idea what to expect, going in.
Then after feeling settled for a minute, another call. "There's more."
There are a lot of things dragging down behind my little flying dragon wagon, here. I can not listen to any of these albums without old memories imposing, taking over. I'm sure I'll get over it. That's what I do and how I live. I always just get over it. At least before. I'll get there.
I've done the right things with what I could manage. I rest well with that.
Still feel overly blessed. Can't shake that, yet.
Moving away from scary, I have painted my single 15" tombstone bells and I'm going to load them tomorrow (I think I can) with well broken in IB Daytons.
I'm all in with the Lii F15, but not yet convinced about the W15s.
I have so many options to try, explore, that I know some combination will be the cream at the top.
As my dad always said, "We'll see."
And I will, but I came home from the Farmer's Market today with some mango habenero fruity sweet salsa that I'm going to put on some Blue Bell vanilla ice cream and THEN, we'll see.