stuff

so last night I finally went over and got all my stuff from S. and gave her back her keys, which I had sort of been putting off doing. There was a lot of stuff, two huge duffle bags worth, plus a smaller handbag. (She lives right next to Central Park, so we spent 99% of our time together at her place). Right now I’m clutching the big fluffy robe she had given me (it matches one of hers). For the past 15+ years I’ve worn robes my late grandmother handmade for me – they’re falling apart, but I couldn’t really replace them.

She even included a book she thought I’d enjoy…