Closure is a Myth

Funny how memories are inspired by a piece of cloth, a spoon, a piece of paper, a smell...

Liz is organizing the garage like crazy, getting ready for some of the stuff from storage. I opened an old picture frame and smelled the old house. It took my breath away and buckled my knees, and I had to walk around for few minutes to get back on track. Tomorrow promises more of the same.

Things did get done today, but not as much as I wanted. Started working on class stuff, but the college's web site doesn't have the critical stuff I need to put a class together (like a current part-timers' guide), and my rosters page was empty. Along those lines, Liz found a box of my stuff from my WNCC office when I left in 1997. Emptying that was an unwelcome trip down memory lane.

One upside is I got the basic OFFL Web Site done. No real bells and whistles this year, and it's only a matter of time before I get tire of the minimalist look.

I'm out of words right now. More later.