Imagining my future refrigerator

I'm out of books. My latest Amazon order hasn't arrived yet. Without my usual reading entertainment and the snow keeping me from running, I decided this evening to go through the boxes I schlepped down from Alaska.

As it turns out, I did a decent job of purging when I left Juneau. I enjoy throwing things away. But I must add that my car was quickly filling up and a lot had to be donated or tossed into the garbage because there just wasn't any room left.

But I found a stack of papers that must have skipped my perusal in my haste to leave town. That last day in Juneau went by so fast. I vaguely remember throwing it all into a bag, promising to take care of it soon after settling down in Mission. If I had had the time to go through it (like five spare minutes), all of it would have gone into the trash, as it did this evening.

And then there was the pile of miscellany that had hung on my refrigerator: cards, photos, racing bibs, fortunes from fortune cookies. "You will make a change for the better." I'm glad I found it all. It'll feel good to put these things back up.

I found the notes I took during my interviews for my current job. They were accurate of what has since transpired - to a point. For all of the unknowns about my new life on the Rosebud, much of what I was told by my future co-workers about the work environment eventually came to fruition. As much as it was possible, I knew what I was getting myself into as far as works goes.

So, I really didn't have much to throw away tonight; however, the old Rummy scores and rental car receipts did meet their demise. When the time comes at the end of June for me to once again pack up the car and hit the road for my new home, wherever that may be, the process should be painless. Well, the physical process, at least. Emotionally, I don't know how I'm going to react to leaving. It still seems too soon in many respects.

But I am really looking forward to having my own place again. And my own fridge.