dual personalities

Inspired by my DP’s post on Friday, I spent a good portion of the last few days trying to clear out the closet in my office by going through old letters, photos etc and deciding what can go down to the basement. Yes, I am throwing away relatively little and am just moving stuff around. But maybe in the process I am getting a bit more organized.

Yeah, I doubt it too. It is hopeless when we are unable to part with 20-year-old calendar pages that have a good quote…

…or clippings from the funny pages…

…those wonderful cards that accompanied every gift my mother ever gave me…

…much less classic HS photo proofs like this…

Yes, it’s hopeless. C’est la vie.

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time’s waste:
Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow,
For precious friends hid in death’s dateless night,
And weep afresh love’s long since cancelled woe,
And moan the expense of many a vanished sight:
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tell o’er
The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,
Which I new pay as if not paid before.
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
All losses are restor’d and sorrows end.

–William Shakespeare, Sonnet 30

*Alice Walker, I Will Keep Broken Things