Last Saturday was kind of a wash. Nothing special happened, especially since I didn't go out. Anywhere.
For the second time ever, I once again went down to the basement, where my storage locker is located. My intention was to make an effort to tackle the job of removing things from the unit, in an effort to re-organize and be able to reach some things I know are stored there, but cannot access.
Honourable intentions are always good. Like mine were. Did I make a dent in the chore? No. If you saw my storage locker, you would know why!
Last week, when I first went to find my storage locker, I was sort of in shock, searching to locate just exactly where my locker was. After all, we have about 300 units in this building.
Dealing with grief feelings, knowing that Gordon was the only person who had ever accessed our storage area, made me feel somewhat uncomfortable. Not to mention realizing how much was actually stored there!
Even so, I recognized that this task needed to be done.
Being more calm and collected this time, I quickly realized that in order to re-organize and hopefully reach things at the back of the storage unit that I hope to be able to utilize in my apartment, I would have to unpack and repack the whole unit. This is not really what I want to do.
From a physical standpoint, it's not only a lot of work, but realistically, I don't know if I can repack everything and be able to shut and lock the door! I looked at the situation and realized that I need to permanently remove some items, in order to begin this chore.
Located immediately inside, is Gordon's set of golf clubs, cart and bag. To make a long story short, all I managed to get done was to inspect and clean them.
No way was I going to bring this upstairs, especially without elevator service to the basement. So, after I dealt with the situation, I replaced them back into the locker.
Now, I must find someone who is a tall, right-handed person, who would like to have them. Certainly, I cannot use them. Even if I was physically able to golf, I couldn't use them, for they aren't suitable for me; I'm too short!
They are not new, but are in good condition; in fact, hardly used. I bought them for Gordon as a gift many years ago, while we were dating. In fact, before the bus collision that changed my life, Gordon and I used to go golfing, together. Afterwards, he always said that he didn't really want to golf anymore, because I couldn't golf with him. Consequently, this set has been used rarely, since.
Until we moved into our building that is. In the basement, we have a golf range, where people can practice their swing and putting. This is why Gordon's golf clubs were at the entrance to our storage unit.
I suppose you can tell, that I am just beginning to feel like I need to re-organize my life, too. Giving away Gordon's things and clothing, will probably take me some time. But, I am doing my best to deal with the heartbreaking issue. I know God will help me. Prayer would be appreciated; thank you.
Also that day, I did some household chores and did laundry. So, I suppose you could say that the day was truly... a wash. :-)) Pun intended!
Until next time...
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