Day two of my blog! I cleaned a really gnarly part of my basement yesterday. A good friend of mine helped me. There were lots of spiders, some of ghastly shape and large size. It's a corner of the basement in which the spiders LOVE to congregate.
A strange sort of resurrection/archeology ensued from this project. Under the cobwebs, spider crap and dust was a box full of my artist supplies from who knows when. There was a photo of my ex-husband, taken by me on a trip to San Francisco. The photo was of him in his cowboy hat, face forward, with the ocean behind him. (It was on a beach in southern Oregon.) There was a pair of turquoise pants, neatly folded, under a couple of rolled up blankets.
It was interesting that the art supplies were "unearthed," you might say, because I am thinking of taking a pastel class at our community college this fall. There is a box of almost pristine pastels with those art supplies. I also found that I could be sardonically amused by the photo of my ex-husband. No more pain or regret about him. The turquoise pants -- well, maybe I need a pair of that color now, right?