inspired by jojo who said, "you -are- secretly a wifey from the 70's with futuristic web-devices, right?"
& the reason I don't wear this AMAZING wonderful favorite comfy dress is because it has a gaping hole in it. I have the technology to fix it, but gosh golly do I ever procrastinate.
Today was long, I went with my mom on several errands, still in regards to dad's death 3 months ago, getting more copies of the death certificate and getting things out of the pawn shop (which were paid in full, but could not be retrieved without a death certificate) including my dad's Gibson Acoustic which now sits in my living room in a case full of overwhelming memories. Blue fur I used to run my fingers through and the smell. I would sneak upstairs when dad wasn't home and open the case and smell it and pet the blue lining and feel so intimidated. Mom gave it to me and now I feel even more intimidated and overwhelmed.