In the mood

Sunday I started in the guest bedroom. That Dell PC from the late ‘90s – pitch it. The crusty blankets all wrinkled up in the bottom of the closet – dump. Old socks and underwear, nobody at Goodwill would want them. And then the office on the second floor landing, all those old bills from the cellphone (I discontinued that two weeks ago when he was in the hospital), the Medicare statements from 2010, the checks from the account I’d have to freeze tomorrow … all into the wastebasket and out to the dumpster.

I sat at the desk and turned on the computer, went to bigmuscle.com and found one of my old favorites, CreamyMuscle. Did a quickie right there and went back to my task of the day. Had to get it all done today – I’d have to go to the church to meet with the priest and then to the undertaker. He is weird.

In the bedroom, I look at his clothes and sighed. If only Mark and I had been the same size. He had lovely clothing, all those cashmere sweaters, dressed shirts. He ironed them all … even his shorts before going to swanky Hamptons parties. Nobody in our generation does that, do they? I never iron, not even my good shirts. But if you’re born in 1920, I guess you iron.

Packed up the clothes for donations to charity. Next job – the books, CDs, and DVDs. I don’t want any myself – I’ve got too many already.

Then back to the computer and another J.O. session, this time to another personal favorite, IMassageU. Didn’t even take me two minutes.

I put a load of laundry in the washing machine and went into the living room, took the photos of Mark and John’s trips out of their frames – would occupy less space in a folder. Then I went to change the laundry. Kleenex everywhere. Mark never did remember to take them out of the pockets.