I emptied out Jim's desk. There was stuff in there that had been there maybe 20 years. Guitar picks. Old cards and letters. An *amazing* collection of vintage twist ties.
While clearing off his computer, one document rose up and slapped my face. It said, in a huge font: "I have committed suicide." I guess that's what the police officer meant when he tried to ask me about a document that had been up on the screen when he came in. I could not find it then, as I didn't know what it was called.
Minnie Miata has been repaired and inspected, but I still haven't emptied the ashtray.
Oh Ronni. This is so unfair. And cruel.
ReplyDeleteOh Ronni, this is such an awful position to be left in, having to clear out Jim's personal stuff. You must be flipping between mad and sad. Simply, not fair!
ReplyDeleteBy your leave, Ronni. A quick 'hi' to Jo Ann. We have 4 degrees Celsius, today. Wish I was living near you, Jo Ann. It is bitterly cold.
We usually get used to the change in weather, gradually. Not this year! Brrr
Hope you are feeling better, CG.
PITA, all the way.
ReplyDeleteAAUUGGHH!! Sorry that happened Ronni.
ReplyDeleteHope you are ok today.
Susan
That must have been such a punch in the gut, Ronni.
ReplyDeleteI had no trouble deleting that one!
ReplyDeleteI found out that, when I remove the ashtray from Minnie Miata, I have a second cup holder. How cool is that?