Something's Definitely Fishy

Yesterday, Jeckle told me something really shocking: Years ago, our father gave HER a tackle box full of old fishing lures. Jeckle, who despised fishing. Not me, Daddy's little outdoors"man" protégé. What the @*#%!?

Will the injustices never end?

Why, you may ask, were we discussing this anyway? It all has to do with the upcoming estate sale. The people running the show were initially quite excited about the 4 (or was it 5?) tackle boxes full of lures, but after closer inspection, they realized that most of the lures weren't anything special, at least, not in terms of $$$$$. In parlaying this info to me, Jeckle admitted to being the recipient of the lures that were likely worth something, but since she had no appreciation for them (of course not!) she gave them away.

OK, OK, I admit it; it's highly unlikely I would've held onto them through my 35+ moves over the years, but it's the principle of the thing, you know?

Maybe it was Daddy's revenge for me turning my back on his hunting, fishing, artifacts-seeking ways.

I tell you, this trying to figure out stuff long after the fact, and after most everyone is dead or unable to communicate (Alzheimer's-Mom), is really hard. Primarily because I am learning that the way I remember things, upon a bit more thorough inspection and further digging into the recesses of my mind, seems highly suspect!

Oh, well. A-hunting for the truth I must continue to go, if I'm ever going to get through this thing I call grieving and healing.

Speaking of, this has been the summer of learning to actually do nice things for myself. Case in point, a long-delayed trip to NY to see friends (OK, they're pretty much ALL exes!) and my cousin. And THIS TIME while I'm gone, I am really going to get my computer fixed (no need to go into why that didn't happen before). So, this is likely the last entry for a while. Perhaps while I'm away, Jeckle will finally get some time to start adding her two cents to this so-called family memoir.

So, adios for now, my faithful two readers (I know you exist-you told me!).