Musing on what’s behind Screen Number One. The Great Wall in my bedroom.

Musing on what’s behind Screen Number One. The Great Wall in my bedroom.

When emotions, neighbors and all the cr@p that you can’t throw away become too much to deal with, what do most of us humans do?

Build a wall.

Yes, whether in Berlin, Jericho or my bedroom — people have been building walls for centuries to keep things out.

My cr@p shield.

Recently, a turn of events necessitated breaching the shield in my bedroom.

Can’t find my son’s birth certificate or Social Security card. Both last seen together the day he took his driving test.

This unfortunate turn of events just came to light. So after searching every place I could think with no luck, I decided to go behind the screen.

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There was nary a little man pulling strings for the Great Oz, but I did find lots of things – I have been saving for who knows what?

Was THRILLED over the moon to find this.

No it’s not dirty socks — or something even more disturbing. It’s a neck wrap that you nuke and makes the mean, boney fingers that have been holding your neck in a vice disappear like dirt on pants put in 100 percent bleach.

Lots of old publications with my work in them.

Makes sense to have kept those.

But then there were tons of other magazines that I can only assume I felt I would read one day. Heavy concentration on running pubs and Victoria Secret catalogs.

Maybe I just wanted to stare at the high concentration of perfect abs on the covers of every Runner’s World and VS?

My youngest child turned 5 almost 3 years ago.

If I hang on to it for a few years all I need do is add another number. Cool.

A fossilized four leaf clover.

A snack for later in afternoon.

Some peanuts from my swag bag at 2010 Summer Georgia Press Association Meeting.  No expo date so sure they’re fine.

A huge write-in calendar from 2007.

Seems my daughter had to be at dance at church at 4:30.

I took this earlier today. Obviously I was mistaken with today’s date.

Now you understand why I need screen to hide things.

Then I found this.

Written September 27, 2002

I have tons of journals. My adult life is chronicled (not only in a fabo blog) but on the pages of spiral notebooks.

Once again the girl with the pretty handwriting talks of anger in wanting more children. At first the date didn’t make sense, but then I remembered miscarrying.

You put a big wall around miscarriage – especially if you never thought you would become pregnant again.

But it’s all good.

I don’t feel that anger now.

I’m too tired with my three children, hubby, dog, cats, fish, and snake (yes, we have a snake I’ve yet to blog about) to feel anger.

Sometimes all you do is move the wall…and see, it’s not perfect but I got a lot of cr@p thrown away today — along with  a ton of Runner’s World magazines and Victoria Secret catalogs.

I never found the birth certificate.

Did you know you can order those things online? Slightly terrifying….but I did that today too.

What screen have you looked behind recently?