Today is my 57th friggin' birthday. Not a fan of aging mileposts. But, better to have 'em than not I reckon. Celebrated the day by throwing out most of the memories of my lifetime as I continued prepping the house for sale. Like all my mementos from running the Boston Marathon. Certificates, pictures, newspaper clippings, official results books. No one cares but me. You can't hold onto this crap forever. Out they went.
I HAD to have pitched a ton of stuff today. Not even sure the trash men will take the whole lot this week.
Mick's stuff and things of Jan's I kept. Mick can deal with them. That's his price.
You can only cry so much.
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