Yard sale of a friend

 This week a friend died. Someone I felt a real kinship with. She's been far away getting treatment so I couldn't be with her. She had a long battle and so our only solace is her freedom from the fight.

Another dear friend died less than a month ago. His children are here working on the estate. His wife was my best friend here. She died more than a year ago and I still miss her almost every day.

So, when the kids decided to have a yard sale of their things I needed to go. 

I spent $20 yesterday. I got her fine grater (you may recall that was on my exceptions list. Check.) I got her Insta-pot. Which is so fitting because she wanted me to get one and now I have hers, which is so much better.

I got odds and ends too. Some spatulas, spoons, a hand towel a few napkins. Things I know help me to feel closer to her. Especially the Insta-pot. I didn't get one because I knew a guy who was maimed by a pressure cooker. He died a horrible death. She assured me that the Instapot is not like the old pressure cookers and were safe. I will trust her spirit to guide me in using it.

Sometimes, money spent is a very good thing. I have no guilt and only joy about it.

This morning I decluttered a few drawers and gave up some things to welcome in my new things. My special things. So much that is not special can go easily now. 

"One in two out,' a decluttering specialist said recently. I think that's fitting here. 

I love you Mary Alice, Ted and Jan. I miss you all.