The Chair aka Wormtongue
I’ve spent many hours on this chair. Staring. Staring at my computer, my daughter, the empty space. Painful .. it was painful. I’ve never felt as limb as I did when I sat on this chair. Every time I got up from the chair – a rush of blood to my head .. I sat back down dizzy. It hurt. I’m throwing it out tomorrow. It’s over .. I’ll never let you back into my house. You were my Wormtongue.
The $50 fugly twin mattress
We needed an extra mattress for dad. The neighbor was returning you to the store. So you sneaked in. I’m watching you. You’ve been helpful beyond just being a good surface for my dad to sleep on. You’ve been a good lower back support for my husband and I as we sat through our 1 am and 2 am meetings with the US. We may / may not find a place for you in the new home. Just being up front here.
The small desktop monitor to help keep my girl occupied (worst audio ever!)
Again .. you were meant to head straight to the new office. You’ll walk your a$$ straight to the office yourself if you saw what was arriving. So pls do yourself a favor and disappear by tonight!
The bedding, the quilt and the bed of night terrors
43 sleepless nights. Most of them with dad, mom and grandma huddled up waiting for the next scream or cry. It’s over. We won’t be needing your services. The beds arrive. Thank you for the few hours of rest you managed to give us despite all the cries. Sleep training begins with the new beds. For all of us I think. Besides .. you look too dainty to handle all the wine that will be sitting around the new bed.
Goodbye half empty open plastic bags of spices, coffee and everything else!
You will beg to be emptied out into the beautiful spice jars and storage containers that arrive tomorrow. Really. No more ants. No more open bags of anything.
Hey girl .. you were the one reason I loved coming into the kitchen – we’ll make you even more useful and gorgeous pantry lady! We can’t live without you … who cares about the small space we’ll make you feel loved for all that you feed us everyday.
Dear garden, you’ll be busier than ever. We’ll sooo want to sit around and enjoy you. You were one of the few things that made my daughter happy in this house. Keep the snails, bugs and flowers coming. Please. We love you. Dear yummy curry leaves … I can’t wait to start cooking. My other blog and our stomachs have been empty or suffering from ulcers having bumped up our spice levels from mild to blazing hot.
Dear neighbor’s kid who throws your bread, empty old boxes of grocery, roti and yogurt rice from your window 2 floors above – we’ll be spending way more time in our garden. Rest assured, I’m coming up to whoop your you know what!
Maybe this is it. Maybe this isn’t. I kept telling myself a full house will help my daughter recover from the stress of the move. (Who am i kidding .. will help me recover from the move!). I really hope this is it.