wombat put up a post about cleaning and the things one finds as a result. that in turn got me thinking about something that happened 2 weeks ago about which i meant to blog but haven't had time to write yet.
so the mrs and i were cleaning our front closet for some reason (that eludes me just now, but is ultimately completely insignificant) when i spied the collection of cassette tapes. there were a bunch of 'em, most in those big boxes the size of a small toaster oven but half the height, or in those plastic holders. and we finally decided that it's the 21st century, we can probably ditch those things by now.
right?
well, we pulled 'em all out, pulled out a big garbage bag and started ditching stuff for a while...then we found the mix tapes we made for each other, my wife had a tape of her radio show that she was doing the semester after i left, all of these things about the early days of our relationship, reminders of a more innocent time.
and as we looked at the tapes, i realized that i couldn't get rid of the tapes. not all of them at least. not yet.
there were things we always intended to share (her radio show) but we'd simply forgotten about; things that we'd cherished together and had fallen by the wayside...
aside: you know, when i sat down to write this i didn't think it would turn out quite so...autumnal.
...but anyway, the point is that here were strewn memories of our life together, as if we were sitting in a flower-filled garden of happy recollections.
so what we had to do is pick a few of the flowers to take with us when we left the garden.
because for as beautiful as that garden is, i'm more interested in creating a new garden today.
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