Dejunking & Other Stuff

This weekend was a continuation of last in the dejunking effort. We've made it downstairs and have started at the front of the house.

It's amazing how much junk we've got. Coffee table books, a robotic myna bird, an old turntable, a desk lamp that doesn't work. It's just collected and neither of us have stopped to think, 'what's that doing there?' It was there and it sat and gathered dust. Now it's in the garage, gathering dust.

There's still a lot to go, and our primary agreement of 'we both have to agree' is in force. He's keeping the stupid carved and painted wood parrot sculpture that I hate, and I rescued the quartz cats that he didn't think either of us wanted. I also rescued the glass duck. We have a duck collection - different ducks, one wicker, one steel, a couple ceramic, one glass and one wood. I love my ducks, so when I found the one that had been in his office in the donate pile, I pulled it out, washed it, and now it's on the shelf with its brothers.

Because of his rotten attitude yesterday, I went to dream-state and spent a couple of hours there. I didn't accomplish anything, but it was nice. Frankly, I looked at real estate online. I found two places, one a condo with HOA and restrictions, but a nice looking place for one person. The other is the cutest little place, all dressed up inside like something from a magazine. Both are in about the same price range - affordable, if. And it's that 'if' that's the sticking point.

Enough of that, though. Hubby's mood has passed, we're friends again, as much as we ever are, and things are back to normal. I expect, in less than five minutes, that he'll be bellowing that I need to come down and watch tonight's football game.

The good news, and one thing that really is telling for me, is that Michigan State beat Michigan yesterday. That made hubby happy, but the tell is in his reaction to it. It isn't normal.

See, he'd been watching the game. Because of his irritation / annoyance at things here, he blew out of the house yesterday and disappeared in his car. I found out last night, once we started talking again, that he'd gone to the local casino to watch it. Personally, I think that's great - if it gives him a chance to get out and see the world, at least a little, it'll be easier for him when he's here. It's like a release valve.

So he was watching the game and then decided to come home. Michigan State was trailing, it was the fourth quarter, but he still kept hoping until it seemed a foregone conclusion that they were going to lose. He went outside to do some work and missed the miracle.

Michigan went to punt the ball - and muffed it. The kicker dropped it. Michigan State picked it up and ran it into the end zone for a game winning touchdown. It was, really, a miracle. That kick should have been the game winner - even though it wouldn't score points. It would seal the deal - but the kicker dropped the ball, and...

Then hubby was all depressed, until we saw the score. Then, for a solid two hours, he moped about it. He didn't even go to Michigan State! He just likes their coach, but for two hours he kept saying, 'why didn't I watch it? Why did I leave?' He was distracted and distant and it was... weird.

Honey, I have news for you. It was a football game. It was not a cure for cancer. It was not the final moments of World War III. It was a meaningless sporting event. But he moped and pondered and talked to himself about it.

Now that, to me, seems a bit obsessive. And weird. And worrisome. But at least they won, so he had a good moment, and we're talking again and he's not mad.

And, yes, there's the call for dinner, so I'll wrap this up and just say that the house is cleaner than it was and things are back on track. Thank goodness!

I hope your life is straight and comfy - with no moping or obsessing.

Best~
Philippa

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