It’s been three weeks since my dad died and it’s no surprise that I miss the guy. I still haven’t made a dent into going through his stuff. Today we got all his clothes out of his closet and it’s still half-full of “stuff.” The guy liked to collect lots of different things and one of the things was empty boxes. Candy tins, cookie boxes, etc. That’s the easiest of all his stuff, though, because it goes into two recycling piles: metal and paper. I don’t even have to think about it, just sort it.

I spent the weekend noodling around. I think I watched three movies on DVD: Black Sunday, Cronos, and most of The Replacements. Today I also watched Vin Diesel shoot up some stuff, Arnie shoot up some stuff, and read more of the sandy book my sister gave me. I just seem to have found ways to do nothing. I don’t know if it’s any different than any other weekend, it just seems to be to me.