Life With Boys

I’m headed to Utah this afternoon — not sure how I feel about it though.

Dad’s acting all cagey — like he needs to tell me something — but do I really want to know? I’ve been set in my head that this will be a work trip (work to get some more of my Mom’s this and that allocated — which by the way, if you want some Christmas village pieces or Carousel horses speak now!) Who knows what other treasures I’ll find along the way.

Isn’t it amazing how a life can be disassembled one piece at a time? I always think that when I see estate sales — to see the bereft family tasked with taking apart a household. But do you take the household apart when only half of the partnership is gone?

I know I’m missing pieces of the story — pieces that involve Marilyn and the future — I’m sure I’ll get the low-down this evening (probably more than I want to know and it will include phrases like “we’re just so NEAT together” — fine but BLECH.)