Sunday, April 26, 2015
Before he died, my husband asked that I save it to his son, Bryan, Now that I'm getting ready to move (later than expected--they postponed the move-in date, much to my annoyance) it is the right time for Bryan to have it. He came in from Bastrop by himself. I expected at least two or three helpers but he strode into the garage and announced he could move it himself. It took several hours but darned if he didn't manage.
I'm feeling nostalgic. I will miss the old safe. It's been part of my life for so long and I'm very protective of old things.. Not that I've spent much time with it, but it's always been there, an object from my childhood that has hung around. But it wouldn't fit in my new 2-bedroom apartment; it would stick out like a sore thumb. So now it's off to the next generation, and fortunately Bryan didn't break his back moving it into his truck. I know he'll take good care of it. He likes old things, too.
Posted by thelmaz at 9:00 PM