NotMeredith

Return of the OLJ
2020-10-20 04:15:04 (UTC)

Memory?

It is after 11:00 and once again I cannot sleep. It is impossible when there’s one more week until we find out whether R has a job or not, and if he had a job, whether that job is here or elsewhere.

When my mind fills with crap about all this one of the things that hits me the most about a possible move is that I will lose the little bits of things that tie me to my memories here. Just as has happened when i have left any other place I’ve ever lived. But those places didn’t have the same importance.

Tonight os I lie in bed, I started hearing music playing. I had no idea what it was. I didn’t know if it was one of the kids’ electronic devices. As I came out of our room i realized it was the sound of a music box. But what music box? Then I realized it was coming from the donate pile in the guest room, and that it was Memory from Cats. A week ago I wound up a music box that belonged to my mother in law. It is attached to a reproduction lithograph...of a cat of course. I wound it up a week ago and it didn’t do anything, so I stuck it in the box. By the time I got to it it stopped.

And now at nearly midnight is this a message from June? I don’t know what...other than a recognition, but I am now in The guest bed crying.




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