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Jan. 23rd, 2010 03:25 pmI'm going, finally, through my file cabinet in the computer room. I have cards. Lots of them. Birthday cards, Christmas cards, anniversary cards. Even Thanksgiving and Easter cards (and more) from my grandparents, who send Moira and I cards for every possible circumstance. I love them for that.
But I have cards. Dozens and dozens. Maybe a hundred or more. From family, friends, acquaintances, strangers who know Moira but not me. Cards from couples who are no longer couples. Cards from people we haven't kept in contact with. Maybe even cards from people who have died. I don't know.
And I don't know what to do with them. I know a lot of people say that it's ok to throw them out. Part of me feels like that's what I ought to do. But the emotional part of my psyche argues passionately against throwing out these physical manifestations of people's love, care, affections, and thoughts for Moira and I. I expect I will probably end up putting them into a plastic bin and putting them into storage, adding more and more as the years pass by. And I'm not going to elaborate further on that stream of thought, because it will only start getting morbid and I don't need that. I have a hard enough time going through these things.
I'm feeling accomplished about all the work in packing so far at least! I'll feel even better once I get this cabinet sorted. It's been just a shambles for years, and I've never quite felt like dealing with it.
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Here's another blast from the past.
Belle Isle Shoreline and Fountain in Winter
In February of 2004, my family came from Wisconsin to visit Moira and I in Warren, Michigan, where we were living at the time. One of the places we took them to see was Belle Isle. It's an island in the Detroit River that and the largest island park in the country.
Detroit's infrastructure suffers from lack of funding, the ravages of time, and pure neglect. The neglect is on display here at a waterside fountain that the city apparently forgot to turn off and drain for the winter. A stream of water was still coming down from the very top of this gigantic mound of ice as a ceaseless trickle from the fountain's pipes emerged on the Belle Isle shore and added to the frozen mountain.
The people at the base of the ice provide some sense of scale for this miniature iceberg.
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Updated 2-4-2010
Okay, I'm totally wrong on this; Detroit does this on purpose, and has since the '60s or '70s! Check this out!
atdetroit.net/forum/messages/5/179947.html?1237155431
But I have cards. Dozens and dozens. Maybe a hundred or more. From family, friends, acquaintances, strangers who know Moira but not me. Cards from couples who are no longer couples. Cards from people we haven't kept in contact with. Maybe even cards from people who have died. I don't know.
And I don't know what to do with them. I know a lot of people say that it's ok to throw them out. Part of me feels like that's what I ought to do. But the emotional part of my psyche argues passionately against throwing out these physical manifestations of people's love, care, affections, and thoughts for Moira and I. I expect I will probably end up putting them into a plastic bin and putting them into storage, adding more and more as the years pass by. And I'm not going to elaborate further on that stream of thought, because it will only start getting morbid and I don't need that. I have a hard enough time going through these things.
I'm feeling accomplished about all the work in packing so far at least! I'll feel even better once I get this cabinet sorted. It's been just a shambles for years, and I've never quite felt like dealing with it.
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Here's another blast from the past.
Belle Isle Shoreline and Fountain in Winter
In February of 2004, my family came from Wisconsin to visit Moira and I in Warren, Michigan, where we were living at the time. One of the places we took them to see was Belle Isle. It's an island in the Detroit River that and the largest island park in the country.
Detroit's infrastructure suffers from lack of funding, the ravages of time, and pure neglect. The neglect is on display here at a waterside fountain that the city apparently forgot to turn off and drain for the winter. A stream of water was still coming down from the very top of this gigantic mound of ice as a ceaseless trickle from the fountain's pipes emerged on the Belle Isle shore and added to the frozen mountain.
The people at the base of the ice provide some sense of scale for this miniature iceberg.
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Updated 2-4-2010
Okay, I'm totally wrong on this; Detroit does this on purpose, and has since the '60s or '70s! Check this out!
atdetroit.net/forum/messages/5/179947.html?1237155431
