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Spending this month in my hometown has proven on many levels, you just can't go home again. But a lifelong friendship forged in mediocre sports teams, high schools musicals and wool uniform skirts has proven that you can go to your former religious education teacher's house. My mother has preserved my room with much memorabilia from my glory days. Although this time capsule has been fun to look at, with my father's passing and my mother downsizing, it is time to say good bye.
I asked my clinical psychologist friend to tell me everything he knew about hoarding. He told me that you have to find a way to get rid of the item without forgetting the memory. Enter my talking Pee Wee Herman doll. It was a gift. And even though his pull string had long ago snapped and his white shirt had lost it's crispiness, I could not quit him. What to do.
I was on my way to visit a high school pal who was also a PWH fan. I believe I bought her a sheet set for her graduation party. I thought it a good idea to bring Pee Wee along. Well it turns out I got great advice from that shrink. I got rid of some clutter, made a new memory and didn't get caught. Whew! We even made it home for curfew. You are never too old to act like an idiot.
For a "video diary" of how my old doll made it to my high school religion teacher's front porch please visit my Facebook page. I would love to say that it is brilliant marketing driving you to my Facebook page. But it's not. I just couldn't get my videos to load. I wish I would have done less shenanigans in school and paid attention in AV class. I really should know how to edit.
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