Category: true story

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It’s gray and windy and cold outside. We didn’t get any snow, just rain. I’m going to take a nap.

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I taught TWO classes this week! In-house training for our library staff, but I still taught them. The first was on OneNote 2016 and the second was on Drupal. And people (mostly) stayed awake!

And I read TWO literary fiction books this week– My Year of Rest and Relaxation (wickedly sharp, sometimes painful, totally interesting) and Convenience Store Woman (not funny ha-ha, but still pretty funny).

And I have tomorrow off! Three day weekend! I know tumblr is on fire right now, but I’m feeling pretty good.

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I single handedly upheld the American economy today with all my black Friday shopping and I never once left the house.

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I spent 108 bucks on snacks at World Market today.

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I may have just ordered my holiday cards… 

And it’s just pictures of my cats.

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I meant to send an email with three 6-digit code combinations but I actually sent three 5-digit combinations and the person had to write back and explain my own idiocy to me. 

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I left my phone at work last night and it wasn’t the worst thing that has ever happened to me. It was kinda nice to be unplugged for a minute. Of course, my fat ass hustled out the door this morning to go pick it up.

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Also, I didn’t buy mellowcreme pumpkins at the grocery store today because I try to wait until October to buy/eat/gorge candy corn.

But I really wanted those pumpkins. I’m still thinking about those pumpkins.

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I’m not a keeper of things. All my childhood toys and clothes? Donated and/or sold in yard sales. I just am not very sentimental about physical mementos, I guess. So, it is a surprise to me how painful it is to lose this box of diaries to Hurricane Florence.

My mom and I did our best to save them but even after drying out in the sun for 3 days, they were ruined. Pages sticking together, ink running, and above all, a horrible reek from the floodwaters. The smell, guys. I can’t explain how awful it is. Earlier today, I trashed all of them.

And it really hurt. I’m kind of taken back by just how sad I am about it. Somehow, despite everything, I managed to save this one box of memories and one storm later, they are gone. I feel like I lost a part of myself that I can never get back.

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We made it back to the beach last night, after spending about 12 hours on the road. There is minimal damage to the house. Water got into the first floor, but only maybe an inch or so. The rugs were soaked but the furniture stayed dry. Now we’re worried about mold growing under the floor. A box of my childhood diaries was ruined by the water.

All in all, we really got lucky.