Made spaghetti with meat sauce last night. Sometimes, I forget how amazing it is to watch Dave eat. Before I even sat down at the table, he's already ate his heaping plateful. Where did the food go?
So I scooped him another plate, and again before I was even 3 bites into mine, he's practically done. A big esophagus makes for easy breathing and inhaling food. He really gotta get an award for that one of these days.
I cleared out the area around the dinning table yesterday. All my ceramic experiments went outside to the porch, and things got tossed out or put away. There are echos in the room. Our senses were relieved from hanging on for so long that there is a bit of unfamiliarity when we're there. Yes, we're pack rats. My mom is, dad is, sister is, and of course, I am.... It's impossible for us to part with stuff, even if we know there is a better way. We love dragging baggages around, our past, emotions, sorrows, things, grudges, sentiments. It's not good, gives us ulcers, heart-attacks, nightmares, clutters, unhappiness, and vulnerabilities.
New year resolution, practice letting go. One thing a day, whatever it may be. Give away, throw away, just let it go. Hey, that's a good one.