Monday, September 3, 2012

Parting is such sweet sorrow

It's not like he's leaving home, really. He hasn't lived with us for several years. But, he is leaving - off to the "big city" of Kansas City, 40 miles away. We gave him our perfectly-good-but-too-big sofa, a gnarly coffee table, extra microwave and our garage refrigerator as a housewarming present.  Oh, and this very appropriate door rug which I purchased for both of my adult children from Urban Outfitters...
It's like a little piece of me will always have a place.... on their floor.
I must admit, I got a little teary as he pulled away. I'm really going to miss that fridge. 

at

2 comments:

Carol Starr Schneider said...

Waaaaah! Don't go, fridge! Don't. Go!!!!!

September 4, 2012 at 11:37 AM
Cathy Hamilton said...

Actually, I really do miss that fridge. That's where I kep all my Frescas, don't ya know?

September 5, 2012 at 7:42 AM

Post a Comment

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)

Inn of the Governors

The Inn of the Governors on West Alameda is where my maternal grandparents used to stay in the '60s and '70s when they'd visit ...

  • Oooh, Rob!
    I don't even know if this story is true, but I love DVD - always have - and if some dolphin saved his neck - on porpoise or by chance -...
  • Lovely in love then; lovely in love now.
    This is my mom's engagement picture, circa 1954, taken a few months before she married my dad.  This shot was taken early last year, tw...