Books and Memories

Not too much to report at this end of the world.

I have been plagued by memories of late, memories of before my son and before my husband and wondering what might have been. Not in a regretful way though, more a curious way. I think it is because I came across one of my diaries and in there I wrote about a love that I had. Back then I was so fucked up and couldn’t see a good thing standing right infront of me. I chose Zac’s dad over this guy. I don’t for one moment regret this decision, but I wonder what my life might have been like if I had of gone the other way…

Two roads diverged in a yellowed wood
And I took the one less travelled by
and that has made all of the difference

I found my diary when I was reorganising my books. That has been my big project of late. I am finally putting all the books into subjects and then Authors. I have also had a huge clean out. I plan on taking them to the book exchange and then seeing if I can fill in some gaps in my collection. I have combined all of husbands and my books and in some cases this has meant a double up of books. I put them to one side and then went and spoke to my husband.

"Babe, this isn’t me being insecure but this is a very serious question. You are never going to leave me right?"

Husband looked up from his game of Wow with a concerned look on his face," Never leaving, but why do you need to ask?"

"Cause I have combined our book collection and I have double ups. I don’t want to trade them in if you are at all unsure. I would hate to have to replace them again!"

He laughed.

"Fine! Laugh! But not only do I get custody of your mother, I get all the books!"

And he thinks I am kidding.

Just another little piece of me…..