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Well, it finally happened...
Grief is all in me right now...
Last week, I wrote about the rocket ship climber that the trash truck wouldn't take...
My husband felt frenzied when he arrived home and saw IT WAS STILL AROUND.
Once again, it was removed from the curb and brought back into the yard.
On Sunday morning as I got ready to dry my hair, I heard this loud banging noise! I threw up the window shade and witnessed the sledge hammer breaking apart the rocket ship into pieces-appropriate pieces-like taking apart a giant puzzle.
I yelled out the window, "What are you doing?"
He yelled back, "Taking it apart. Maybe someone will take it since it's in manageable pieces."
Sadly, I agreed.
It went back on the curb yesterday. I knew what was going to happen. I prayed and prayed that it would go to a loving home. I know many shoppers were out on walks yesterday in the neighborhood.
Free! Free to a good and loving home! Please, please take it.
Alas, no takers...
So today, when I just heard the trash truck roll down the hill, I knew what was about to happen...
I heard the pieces flying into the truck-lifted and heaved, lifted and heaved, lifted and heaved.
It pulled away...
Good-bye rocket ship climber. We loved you so! Feeling sad you had to go.
Good-bye.
good
bye
Sometimes, things we hold dear have to be let go. I am doing a deep dive into cleaning out my non-essentials no matter how much I love them. The good things are being given to charity and the rest the garbage trucks eats it for breakfast.
ReplyDeleteI was waiting for you to say that someone picked it up. I'm trying to get mentally prepared to do some deep cleaning myself.
ReplyDeleteOh - so hard! I can name so many things I've wished would be claimed by someone but end up in the trash because it's really the only way to truly have something exit my life!
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