I miss Bob. Every minute, every day. It's rather like breathing; most of the time I don't pay attention to it - it's just there, going on in the background.
And there there are times that there is a quick gasp. The big things (like anniversaries, or going through his stuff) I can kind of prepare for. The little triggers surprise me.
Yesterday I finished a carton of cottage cheese. I washed the container out and tossed it in the recycle bin. Along with a huge pang of guilt.
I threw away a Perfectly Good Container. One that could be saved to Store Things In. He never would have done that - which is why I have found bins and bags filled with empty jars and containers in the barn. The butter tubs and cottage cheese containers and yogurt cups would get tossed into a cabinet, where they would cascade out on the times that I actually had some leftover food to store. At times, it would become a source of contention, because that cascade (and the followup of shoving them all back in and slamming the door shut) annoyed the hell out of me when all I wanted was something to put some mac & cheese in. And sometimes I would have a breakdown. "For God's sake, Bob, just how many damned empty cartons do you need? Give me a number - 12, 20, 45? " And he'd be like "it's not like that, you don't have to be that way" and he would grudgingly let me throw a stack in the recycle bin but it bothered him and I suspect (heck, I know) that a lot of them were rehomed in the barn, just in case they were needed.
I also tossed an empty kitty litter jug. When you have a houseful of cats, you go through a lot of the stuff. Now that I'm down to five, I splurge on the Arm & Hammer low dust litter, which comes in a guilt-free cardboard box that I can just toss. But sometimes Publix has buy one get one sales on Tidy Cat litter, and who can pass up a good bargain?
And look at that jug it comes in! The right size to hold a couple of gallons of water - useful if a hurricane is coming and you might be without for a few days. Not too heavy to pick up. Yes, they are useful. I keep a half-dozen of them around for that purpose. But I also threw away 20 or 30 from the barn, and I tossed one last week - again, like the cottage cheese carton, with a pang. I feel like a wastrel (in fact, he used to call me that).
And that brings me to the big kitty litter bins. I don't get these anymore because they're a bit too heavy and awkward for me to lift comfortably (and, honestly, I prefer the low dust litter). But they were the best buy - and those bins! Even I admit that the bins are great. In fact, when I built the storage shelving in the cottage, I made the lower two shelves of a height to accommodate the bins (which I painted, so as to cover up the glaring yellow)
They're the right size to store fleece and yarn. Buying just a sturdy storage bin would be $4- $5. But down in the barn - well, there are a lot filled with empty jars (and cottage cheese cartons). A lot filled with random stuff I can't even identify. And there is a large, wall mounted storage shelf filled with row upon row of them - and I need to go through each one, although I suspect a lot of them are empty. The majority of them will get tossed.
I will feel bad, and shout my apologies to the universe for each one.
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