Traurig
I was cleaning out a drawer today because eventually clutter gets to me and I am more sensitive to clutter than I used to be (Chris is rubbing off on me), even if it is in a drawer. The drawer is just above the pull out garbage can in the kitchen so getting rid of the rubbish is pretty easy, but it's been a while and I use it as my magazine stash. I am subscribed to a ridiculous number of horse magazines (Equus, Practical Horseman, Horse & Rider, Dressage Today, Eclectic Horseman, Driving Digest, Riding Instructor, Fjord Herald, and USDF Connections ... three are for organizations, two bi-monthly and two quarterly) plus National Geographic. The "active" magazine gets to wander around to wherever I read it, usually the counter or table while I munch breakfast and the unread ones sit on one side of the drawer as the read ones sit on the other side until I move them to the "archive" in the little house. I used to pull out interesting articles and file them away, but I haven't done it in a few years.
Well apart from the magazines other random things have made it into the drawer from time to time and it was starting to pile up. One stack of papers I came across and as I glanced at the top I felt some tightening in my chest. As I flipped through the pages to determine how many there were tears threatened. It was all the medical stuff for Zetahra from her initial assessment when she arrived at the clinic to the release for euthanasia.
Two and a half years and it still sucks.
Well apart from the magazines other random things have made it into the drawer from time to time and it was starting to pile up. One stack of papers I came across and as I glanced at the top I felt some tightening in my chest. As I flipped through the pages to determine how many there were tears threatened. It was all the medical stuff for Zetahra from her initial assessment when she arrived at the clinic to the release for euthanasia.
Two and a half years and it still sucks.