Well if you think Pam had caused enough trouble you still don’t know  Pam!  This time she brings double trouble, her hubby Ralph.  Ralph grew up in Stoneham and so of course we we’re kindred spirits from the get go watching that gross video of child birth at Lamaze class.  They say “we are coming up from CT for a visit”.  Pam gets there and said “we need to get you ready to get outta this monster of a house (it was a monster of 8 bedrooms and lots of space)”.  She opens my bedroom closet and as I sit on the bed she proceeds to say…’really you cannot wear high heels anymore”  “really Patti this is just not you anymore”, “you shouldn’t wear this!”  Three piles, Give away, Keep, Trash.  The cloths start flying out of her hands into the correct piles.  After all she knows me and knows shoes and clothes!  Tears are coming to my eyes…silly I know but those were my cha-cha shoes or so the story goes on.  Before you know it her and Ralph have cleaned out and filled a dumpster full of stuff.  Ralph cause he is a new england guy makes friends with a lady who works at the VA in Bedford and is trying to get things to put together welcome home packages for our returning soldiers of course she has like a pinto or something and wants everything.  Then Megan takes everything out of the attic and puts it in my livingroom. It looked like s home goods annex. Oh my what was I thinking over the years. We invite friends and neighbors to raid my stuff. That brought every friend with a truck (Montana) to deliver stuff to her so she could pack it up for our vets.  Win-Win…. Before you know it my closets (remember the 8 bedrooms each with a closet) was clean as a whistle,  this weekend activity was an awesome experience, talk about making the load we carry around of the past lighter, Whew.

That my dear is friendship!