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Memory lane - Nobody wears a white coat any more...
...a tribute to becoming a doctor.
ayradyss
ayradyss
Memory lane
Strep throat, most likely, the doctor says, but I have sinus congestion that is thicker than molasses, so she's overtreating the strep with a ten-day go at Cefzil.
I am feeling better already, but home today once again.

Tomorrow night, we think we are going to paint the spare bedroom. This involves getting everything out of the spare bedroom, which means that I am trying to do so. There are a lot of things in the spare bedroom, which has been used as storage, and some of them belong to ecchikun and I don't quite know if some boxes are important or fragile and so I plan to work around them until he wakes up and can tell me.
This leaves me with a chance to go through my old things with a new and ruthless hand. I have carted out to the garage already a trash bag, kitchen-sized, filled with memories and cards and addresses of people that I once knew. There are notes, e-mail notes, whispering that I do not wish to lose touch with you, signed with names I no longer remember. Books of addresses, books ten years old, fifteen. We have grown up, moved out, found jobs. I saved the cards from when I had mono my sophomore year of high school. I threw out the middle-school address book. I threw out notes from ex-boyfriends. I saved pwwka's pencil sketches. I kept poetry, including a piece by Weid, who is listening out there somewhere perhaps. I kept all of my notebooks, but I threw out old school notebooks, if a sort through them did not find any new writings.
And I am immersed, O Best Beloved, in my past, in the girl-who-was. I have found one poem that somehow escaped my notice for six years. I am reading old letters. And I wonder, if I-who-was met the myself-of-now -
what would she think?

now feeling:: nostalgic nostalgic

9 whispers echo . o O ( ... ) O o . whisper a word
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arazia From: arazia Date: March 29th, 2005 05:55 pm (UTC) (etched in stone)
That reminds me... sorry I never did finish paiting the mural on the wall. I got frustrated with it since some things just weren't comming out right as I put it on wall-space. I'll make it up to you guys at some point. Still need to get out and visit you folks, but I'm not sure when that'll happen. Merf. Life is eating me. It started at my toes. -.-

ayradyss From: ayradyss Date: March 29th, 2005 06:13 pm (UTC) (etched in stone)
You can visit us in the new place! :)

Keep your toes, they're imnportant!
nessers From: nessers Date: March 29th, 2005 05:55 pm (UTC) (etched in stone)
Man, you got =cards= when you had mono? All I got were steroid shots.
ayradyss From: ayradyss Date: March 29th, 2005 06:14 pm (UTC) (etched in stone)
I got get-well cards since I was out of school for 3 weeks.
pwwka From: pwwka Date: March 29th, 2005 06:39 pm (UTC) (etched in stone)
I think the Young You's expression would glow with wonderment, and she'd tilt her head in the old way she had, eyes faintly distrusting that you found the love of your life, but amazed and almost abashed that it had happened. She'd gleam with pride that you're nearly a doctor now, and tell you to defy those petty people near you who'd dare question your ability. She'd wonder, perhaps, why you're not into forensics, but she would trust that you'd chosen the better path. She'd look at the stacks of poetry, the welcoming warmth of your journal, and nod in both satisfaction and challenge. Then, no doubt, the Old You would snatch at the beads around your neck and run away, laughing. She always needed a momento.

I think.
badninja From: badninja Date: March 29th, 2005 07:45 pm (UTC) (etched in stone)
Need any help painting?
ayradyss From: ayradyss Date: March 30th, 2005 03:11 am (UTC) (etched in stone)
We may, but we have to finish cleaning first.
arazia From: arazia Date: March 30th, 2005 05:37 pm (UTC) (etched in stone)
*random*
I just realized today, that you guys will probably pay the same amount as I'm looking at for condos, to get a place twice the size in $new_city.
*headdesks*


amasashi From: amasashi Date: March 31st, 2005 02:31 am (UTC) (etched in stone)
Being sick sucks. Hope you feel better soon!
9 whispers echo . o O ( ... ) O o . whisper a word