Ghosts? What is This- Halloween?!?
I was feeling particularly inspired last night. I decided chicken and rice sounded good, so that's what I made. Sorta. I coated the chicken with lemon pepper and garlic powder. As it sizzled in the skillet, I thought to myself, Hmm. Let's try this with a splash of wine. So I poured some sauvignon blanc in. Then I thought, Hmm. How about alfredo? So I added some of that too. There was perhaps too much wine or not enough alfredo, and this morning I thought that maybe peas would have been a good addition as well, but it was really good.
After dinner, I tackled a stack of papers that needed to be dealt with. Some were shredded, some were filed, some were put into notebooks. In one of the notebooks, I ran across some pictures that didn't really belong there.
It was suddenly difficult to breathe. Ghostly reminders are turning up in odd places these days. Really, my Russian notebook was not where I would have expected to come face to face with that one. One eleven-year-old 8x10 hit the shredder immediately. I never really liked that picture anyway. I had big glasses. It was bad. Good picture of my sister, though, but that was why it had to go. The other picture was harder. It had a stranglehold on me from the moment I saw it, and I couldn't bring myself to destroy it. I knew I needed to, and I wanted to badly, but I couldn't. So I put it next to the shredder and left the house.
A few hours later, after an evening of being a bit off, I returned home. The first thing I did was pick up that picture and shred it. I didn't look at it, because I knew what would happen if I did. I didn't think about it. I just did what I had to do. Once it was in the shredder it was easy, and I was so relieved.
The whole thing was a little rough, but that's not surprising. I pretty much expect that ghost to throw me off once in a while. This time I managed. Not by myself, mind you. No, I had help.
It's so good to know I don't have to fight the ghosts by myself anymore.
After dinner, I tackled a stack of papers that needed to be dealt with. Some were shredded, some were filed, some were put into notebooks. In one of the notebooks, I ran across some pictures that didn't really belong there.
It was suddenly difficult to breathe. Ghostly reminders are turning up in odd places these days. Really, my Russian notebook was not where I would have expected to come face to face with that one. One eleven-year-old 8x10 hit the shredder immediately. I never really liked that picture anyway. I had big glasses. It was bad. Good picture of my sister, though, but that was why it had to go. The other picture was harder. It had a stranglehold on me from the moment I saw it, and I couldn't bring myself to destroy it. I knew I needed to, and I wanted to badly, but I couldn't. So I put it next to the shredder and left the house.
A few hours later, after an evening of being a bit off, I returned home. The first thing I did was pick up that picture and shred it. I didn't look at it, because I knew what would happen if I did. I didn't think about it. I just did what I had to do. Once it was in the shredder it was easy, and I was so relieved.
The whole thing was a little rough, but that's not surprising. I pretty much expect that ghost to throw me off once in a while. This time I managed. Not by myself, mind you. No, I had help.
It's so good to know I don't have to fight the ghosts by myself anymore.
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