No, it is not my birthday. Believe it or not, after wrapping more than 250 pieces of art — that’s both mine and of my collection of others’ — and I have 49 left to go.
Thoughts
There is No Beacon
No. This is not part of my STUFF series. Sometimes writing into this blog is my only solace. I’ve heard somewhere that the biggest traumatic events in a person’s life are that of death and moving. I’m pretty sure I heard it like that. I have to agree, as the mourning and the grieving, as well as the pain and the suffering you endure during the process is absolutely unending.
STUFF! The Catalyst
Is this even part of the STUFF! series? It’s about the whole saga, so I suppose it is. This would then make it the 5th entry. Stop by the others here (one), here (two), here (three) and here (four) if you missed the excitement.
STUFF! Uncovering More
Sorry for the delay folks, but lots happening here. I realize I’ve been cryptic about what’s going on, so now I’ll fill those in that have been worrying about me and why I am getting rid of my stuff. I began posting about this here on my blog here (one), here (two) and here (three). I hope people will continue to consider taking some of these things off my hands. For instance:
STUFF! Purging More Stuff
This is the second installation of STUFF! the saga of my needing to get rid of my stuff–in a hurry. It started yesterday in my first post called Help Me Help Myself! where I began to beg, well, I don’t know if I was really begging, was I? I think I’m really just informing people of needing to get this stuff out of my life and that there is a lot going on with my life at the moment. I will eventually speak about it, but I don’t want to right now. I also don’t want my issues to motivate anyone in taking my crap off my hands. Take it because you need it. Okay, take it for any reason you need to.
