It’s the end of an era. I sold the Silver Streak today. It went to a couple that want to redo and restore it, to be towed behind a restored ’59 Chevy pickup. So I guess you could say that it went to a good home. I’d gotten to the point where it didn’t bother me to go into it. I wasn’t reminded of Jeffrey sitting at the kitchen table, eating peanuts and stacking the shells. And, since I’ve moved it down from Stabler,I wasn’t reminded of Jeffrey waiting to meet me at the door. I wasn’t as bothered by selling the trailer, as I’d been by selling my old Mazda, full of memories. In a way, I’m glad to have it gone.
I didn’t get anywhere near what I’d paid for it, of course. But, it did give me enough to really stock up the pantry and get caught up a bit financially. That feels good for a chance. We’ve really eaten down the stuff we had and I like to have a bit more on hand for winter weather. We even went through a few areas with a bit of snow today. Just a reminder of what’s coming up.I’m just not ready for winter yet. Wednesday would have been Jeffrey’s 61st birthday. These anniversaries don’t hurt as much as they did that first year. I chalk that up to the happy times I have now, with Lon in my life. He has a knack of reminding me when I get too cranky and can usually get me laughing again. We are really comfortable together.
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