Saturday, November 12, 2005

it is a beautiful, sunny day. i'm sitting here in a room empty of furniture save my computer and 2 old trunks that i repainted. i sold my daughter's old bunk beds and desk . she's married and doesn't need them.
funny thing, i have barry white's voice on my computer and now, when i log on i hear him say (in THAT voice) "now where you been baby, you got mail." but it echoes because the room is empty.
a good friend asked if i felt sentimental when i saw the furniture go, but in truth, i am proud that i raised a wonderful daughter that grew to be a kind, able and independent woman.
i'm sentimental about other things tho. s

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