I've got my sorting hat on
It's a pretend hat, but the attitude is the same. Into which pile should I place this object?
I just chucked a cut glass candy dish off the terrace. It could have been an ashtray; I used it for loose change. The Narcissist gave it to me when he came back from a business trip. Some "leave behind" from a conference. If I'm remembering correctly it had been filled with chocolate coins wrapped in gold foil.
It was inferior chocolate, but it was free. He pretended it was a present.
Maybe it was.
In any case it's gone now. I tossed it into a shrubbery garden six floors below. Last night I burned a tiny piece of fabric I cut from the mattress and released the ashes into the wind.
Velvet tells people I'm a witch, but I really don't think so. Burning stuff and tossing ashes to the wind is just a ritual, and lots of people do rituals. Generations ago, the Celts did rituals all the time. Then the Romans invaded and drove our ancestors into the woods.
At the moment, I'm feeling a bit annoyed at Velvet because I was trying to get some serious sorting done - things from the office area into their appropriate boxes. Important papers and such. He was watching a Clint Eastwood movie with Cup Cake, all stretched out and smooching on the sofa. I had to tell him I couldn't focus on my work with him smooching right there on the sofa, and they went in his room and shut the door. Maybe they cleaned his closet. Maybe they didn't. The worst part is that he's 20 years old and has a beautiful girl friend who is, in real life, going to Swedish Massage school. I can't believe that's his real life.
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