Why am I doing a blog? Simple, I need a place to vent. I really don't care if anyone reads this....I just need a place to let off steam, express my inner feelings, get it off my chest.
Those who know me know I am pretty self centered. I don't notice other people very much, I tend to forget my friends, I often whine about how imperfect my world is when in fact I have it pretty darn good.
My wife says I am not a positive person.....perhaps I am a nattering nabob of negativity, but that way I don't get as disappointed as all those rosy thinking people will be at some point in their day.
Packing. I have a lot of crap that seems to have some sort of sentimental attachment. For instance, I have a humpback lobster trap that I have not had out of the garage in four years. It's falling apart. It is broken. I moved it. I actually packed 7 bird houses, four of them I built myself. Now I am moving to a place that has no trees. I guess the optimist in me is hoping that before I die of old age the trees I plant will support a bird house painted ugly green.
I have 15 old tools I bought at an auction for 50 cents 20 years ago. I have never used them....yet I bundled them up and trotted down the road to the storage garage with them.
I collect root beer bottles......there are about 20 of them in my basement. I am leaning toward recycling them, but that is difficult because there is a story behind almost all of them. OK, some stories I don't remember, but there has to be a reason I saved them.
Anyway.....thanks for letting me vent. It's better than an ulcer. For me, at least.
