It's 10 o'clock do you know where your blip is?

Busy evening. So I didn't get a chance to go and blip the tugs like I wanted to.
So I looked over at my bookcase. First I saw it really needs to be dusted. Why can't we just call it patina?

Last year when I moved in with Dad, I gave up my condo. It was 1600 square feet which I had to move into two rooms. I had to get rid of so many things. I had collections of pottery tons of books ugh it was a nightmare. So when it came time to take limited things I took things that meant something to me. You know old knick knacks of my Nana's, special books, my paints. They were shoved into a bookcase. I looked at them for the first time in about 6 months tonight. For about 5 minutes, blipped it and turned away.
Someday it will be easier to re live memories and hold things that mean so much to me and will mean nothing to the next generation.

One collection I kept was my collection of hands. I have been collecting these for about 35 years. I love the simplicity of some and the gaudiness (is that a word?) of others.

So here is an emergency blip and a reflection that I will have to put back behind those doors until it is easier to deal with.

4am is early. Goodnight all!!!