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Depression and Schwinn

I got off my ass today.  Two days after weighing myself and seeing 242. I only was that high once before - 2005-06. I got back to 198, but that was drinking, not eating, exercising, and crying... I'll be the... Continue Reading →

Two years …

Two years ago I woke up in the morning later than usual as Izzy actually let us sleep in. I rubbed my eyes and went outside to enjoy the morning air with my phone in tow. I'd noticed I had... Continue Reading →

The stuff, Day 68

Maybe I'm being dumb, maybe not. Always been sentimental, it's how I ended up with so much. My inability to let go of the past, to confront it, to move on. This was my dad's calculator. The trusty Hewlett Packard... Continue Reading →

The stuff, Day 63

This cup... Was from my dad and I's trip to spring training in 2009. It was our last one. As a very sentimental person, this one's a toughie. Kid enjoyed putting dirt in it today.

The stuff, Day 28

I brought these hats home in 2015 after my dad died. They have moved about in my office ever since. Going from corner to shelf to box to the floor, etc. In other words, just occupying space. Yes, I'd like... Continue Reading →

The stuff, Day 22

Cleaned out another shoe box of crap today. Found such important things like a rental agreement for a U-Haul from 2010, my receipt for my last electric bill when I lived in Greenville, NC, a bunch of envelopes with addresses... Continue Reading →

The stuff, Day 19

Digging in an old shoebox full of writings in notepads, all these coasters greeted me. They come mostly from the years 2009-2011, but a couple are before and a couple after. I used them a lot while drinking alone at... Continue Reading →

The stuff, Day 17

My mom gave me her and dad's old dish set years ago. Part of that growing up thing. I don't use them anymore, they've been wrapped up since I moved to Raleigh from the coast in 2012, so today I... Continue Reading →

The stuff, Day 11

NASCAR things.  They were my dad's. We went to a couple races when I was a kid in Richmond. I don't remember them at all. These were his. I got them when he died in 2015. They've sat in a... Continue Reading →

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