1937 packard one-twenty
quick look through some of my favs from the dia de los muertos show in whittier, and this one caught my eye today. looks clean. didn’t shoot it from the back, but the itty bit of the placa i can see, i’m saying it’s a 13 gents club car.
so i have so many things to do, i hardly have time to look at my pictures now. i guess i should put time down on my calendar to do that for myself. everything else is just exhausting and stuff i don’t want to deal with physically or emotionally.
it’s been raining the last couple of days. i laid around in bed this morning looking out at the overcast sky and waiting for some promised drizzle that really never happened in this part of town.
i have been starting to sift through better half’s stuff, deciding what to keep, what to give away, what to try to sell. it’s xmas time, so maybe people will be looking to spend some money anyway.
hoping to reclaim his office and make into a guest room again. i need to get his nephews or take the neighbors up on offers to help, to come over and break down his heavy oak desks and get them out of here. they’re too big for me, too big for that room, actually, but were perfect for a big guy. not sure what i’ll do with the really big monitors he had. they hurt my neck to sit in front of to hack into his computers. i want to be able to get to the window and open the blinds. maybe a smaller desk and a queen size bed will do. he had a big ass tv screen hung on the wall too; i guess i’ll leave it there, but it limits where the bed can go.
i want his bookcases downstairs, so have to pull everything off the shelves. his nephew expressed interest in selecting from his collection of out of print space and airplane books. otherwise, i guess i’ll try ebay.
my daughter wants *those* magazines *wink wink, say no more)*, as well as his mom’s national geographic magazines, to use for her artsy collages. otherwise, to the trash they go. libraries don’t want the nat geos, but i suppose it wouldn’t be hard to find takers for the naughty mags.
not sure what i’ll do with all his camera equipment and lenses. i don’t use all the various bits and pieces he has. shame he’d just bought a few lenses to experiment with and didn’t get a chance.
i need to pull down all those offensive t-shirts he liked from the closet, as the hang bar is about to pull loose on one end from the weight. the full length is packed with shirts and a few pants, and he really only ever pulled from the same small section of shirts anyway.
i’ve got three bins of his family photo albums, and there’s still more loose photos in his file cabinet.
i guess i’m trying to remember this place as it was before him, and reclaim some of that space again. i’m not erasing him, just finding the new me, without him.