White pick-up trucks have a visceral affect on me.
White, Ford Ranger, pick-up trucks, specifically.
Previously, the affect was joy-filling excitement.
Currently, the affect is gut-wrenching painful.
The white truck knocks that box of sorrow off the shelf I so neatly tucked away a few weeks ago and throws its wide open, spilling it’s contents everywhere.
I stand there looking at the contents of the box, saying, “You again? Really!?”
But that’s the way it goes I guess. That’s the thing about things. Sometimes when you think you’re over something, (or maybe desperately trying to be over it) certain triggers pull you right back and make you dealwithitnow.
Consequently, this is what I will do.
This past weekend, Tahn and I traveled home to the Bay Area to see Buddy and my newest love, Lily (my brand new niece. And no, Lily’s not her real name).
On this trip home, I decided to clean out the closet of the my previous bedroom at my Dad’s house. The closet that hadn’t been touched close to the 10 years since I lived there.
Hello old memories.
It was overall good, cathartic and slightly odd. I threw away/gave away/ recycled most of everything save a few boxes of photos and cards from my grandma. And of course, a Justin Timberlake doll.
During our stay home, Tahn happily found herself at her grandpa’s. Like old times, he had her water bowl and bed out for her to feel right at home.
Over the weekend, my dad would occasionally leave Tahn alone.
Yesterday, after I returned home, my dad called to tell me a story.
My dad is in the process of putting new doors on his kitchen cabinets. Therefor, his cabinets and all such contents are exposed and open.
On Tuesday, he found a Brillo pad (which is usually kept under the kitchen sink) in the cabinet under the stove.
When he told me this story, he indicated this was a sign of protest by Tahn; she did not appreciate being left alone.
There are always consequences for your behavior.
What are your current triggers? (Positive or Negative)
Do you have any plans for Spring Cleaning?