this morning #1318.

this morning, it seemed like almost everything we once cared about was now for sale. all day long, i invited stranger after stranger into our home. let them inspect each & every inch of the dresser. watched as they pawed through what was left of our record collection. kept out of the way as they checked the china for cracks. in fact, this one woman spent at least a half hour holding pieces of your old clothing up to the light, looking for lord knows what. i didn’t ask. didn’t want to make her feel bad. you know…you would’ve got a kick out of all the crazies that passed through the house today. it was absolutely amazing to watch. the delicate dance of the transfer of ownership.