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I gather this sort of thing happens a lot
Apr. 20th, 2007 03:05 pmI was vacuuming the place last night (part of my master plan to have it not look like a hurricane just hit--progress still needs to be made on this), and I got to the doorway to the upstairs. There's a rolled-up map there that I had to move so as to vacuum that bit of floor.
And then I remembered that the rolled-up map is a map of South Asia that I'd picked up at work, a copy of the one that I have up in my cube (because I handle the cases we work on from that part of the world). I'd thought that Dd would like a copy of it, because he'd spent time there in the Air Corps and always remembered it fondly. And, yeah, I didn't have a chance to give it to him before, well, everything happened. :-(
I didn't burst into tears (though that's quite possible with me--you know us nervy, emotional Dutch-English hybrids). But I did sort of stop suddenly and say "Oh!" and feel very sad. And now when I look at the identical map that's in my cube, I feel sad again.
And then I remembered that the rolled-up map is a map of South Asia that I'd picked up at work, a copy of the one that I have up in my cube (because I handle the cases we work on from that part of the world). I'd thought that Dd would like a copy of it, because he'd spent time there in the Air Corps and always remembered it fondly. And, yeah, I didn't have a chance to give it to him before, well, everything happened. :-(
I didn't burst into tears (though that's quite possible with me--you know us nervy, emotional Dutch-English hybrids). But I did sort of stop suddenly and say "Oh!" and feel very sad. And now when I look at the identical map that's in my cube, I feel sad again.
