Please ignore the fact that this is my first post of 2013.
One of my 2013 goals was to write more often......
But the New Year has not been wasted- much progress has been made even though it has not been documented.
New Year's Eve found me at the dump.
I love the dump. Really I do. Where else can you drive in with a car full of crap, drop it off with no questions and drive out? Fabulous. I even get a bit of a dump attitude....that's right...I'm cruising at the dump...in my station wagon.....and baseball hat
I wave at the other dump-goers but they never wave back. I think they know I'm a bit of a poser.
And why are there sea gulls at a land-locked dump? I think sea gull is tad generous. Dump gull would be more appropriate.
2013, at the dump- cleaning out the house.
And so the rest of the month has followed that theme- the cleansing of our home.
In January we gave Samantha's bed to a lovely little girl who needed it....which was cleansing, healing and sad. Better than the dump and without the birds.
That day we packed up the bed, packed up the Christmas decorations and I promptly came down with a migraine....which is also for the birds.
My new 2013 cleansing also brought a new therapy....trauma therapy.
I decided it would be nice to have an ambulance pass by me without hyperventilating and to deal with some leftover PTSD.
"Why do you want to do this?" My therapist asked
"Trauma therapy?" I thought about a snarky comment, because the bamboo I'm sticking in my toe nails isn't sharp enough? But I knew she would want a real answer. Silly therapists and their real answers. So I came up with one....
"My mental basement is flooded and I need to drain it. You can live in a house with a flooded basement- just stay in the living room and the upper floors but sooner or later that stinkin' basement starts to smell....and collect crazy bacteria....and ruin your keepsakes and the carpet. I need to drain my basement."
My therapist nodded and smiled, "Let's pull out the Draino."