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Spent the day relatively virtuously ie not sitting on the couch reading and/or doomscrolling but accomplishing niggly 'mean to do it sometime'. Took a bunch of towels, facecloths, bath mats etc to the laundromat; got stuff from Loblaws; hung summer duvet out to air; put more recyclables in the bin; washed dishes; washed sleep balaclava; went back to Loblaws for toilet paper and a new scrubby brush after the old one fell victim to the iron frying pan.
Also, and more disastrously, went through two boxes of memorabilia from high school. The letters from M who I umm we'd call it role playing now. She was a Roman noble, I was an ancient Egyptian girl. The earliest letters were written in dog Latin for the sheer thrill of writing in Latin!!! geee whiz wow look at us be part of a millennia old tradition!! how cool is that??! Those haven't survived. Stacks and stacks of notes passed in class, which I don't intend to read. Youthful follies are foolish. Address book from 1967 with everyone in my high school class. The final exams for grade 13, set by the province, in what was then the last year of high school. English, Latin, Spanish, and History, was it? The newspaper clipping of the Ontario Scholars who passed with a certain percent, of whom I was one. A notebook with my observations of Expo 67, an international beanfest held in Montreal to celebrate Canada's centennial. Christmas cards from my high school bestie. Program of my graduation, also a photo of me in my grad dress (we all had to wear the same style) standing next to my unrecognizable older bro. All leaving me slightly queasy. The dead past is dead, and I'm a necrophobe. I really need to learn to leave it alone. Anyway, a relief to be back in Now even if Now is a dumpster fire.
Also, and more disastrously, went through two boxes of memorabilia from high school. The letters from M who I umm we'd call it role playing now. She was a Roman noble, I was an ancient Egyptian girl. The earliest letters were written in dog Latin for the sheer thrill of writing in Latin!!! geee whiz wow look at us be part of a millennia old tradition!! how cool is that??! Those haven't survived. Stacks and stacks of notes passed in class, which I don't intend to read. Youthful follies are foolish. Address book from 1967 with everyone in my high school class. The final exams for grade 13, set by the province, in what was then the last year of high school. English, Latin, Spanish, and History, was it? The newspaper clipping of the Ontario Scholars who passed with a certain percent, of whom I was one. A notebook with my observations of Expo 67, an international beanfest held in Montreal to celebrate Canada's centennial. Christmas cards from my high school bestie. Program of my graduation, also a photo of me in my grad dress (we all had to wear the same style) standing next to my unrecognizable older bro. All leaving me slightly queasy. The dead past is dead, and I'm a necrophobe. I really need to learn to leave it alone. Anyway, a relief to be back in Now even if Now is a dumpster fire.