Two weeks. Two sons arrive, and leave. Two trips, each two nights, one to West Virginia at the beginning to my roots, one south at the end to look at 4 colleges. Two holidays, Easter and my mom's 77th birthday. Too many decisions, because every hour between all that was spent sorting through boxes of every letter ever received, text books, trophies, clothes, scrapbooks. Making decisions about furniture and mirrors and dishes and towels and tupperware. Too much to describe, so here are a few words and phone-photos to illustrate.
JUNK
HOLY
PURGE
COLLEGES
FAMILY
RECONNECTING
GOODBYES
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* apparently, the twin bed is now "the myhres bed" - according to timothy. i'm pretty sure timothy has a crush on julia. i keep telling him he's too young, but somehow, he doesn't get the concept of time yet (especially since he says catherine is going to walk in "two minutes.").
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