One time, I wrote “The Second Greatest Story Ever Told” and introduced you to Patty, a handmade, life-size doll I received from my mother when I was 5. Patty had a bit of a rough start, and, if you haven’t already, you can read about her and her birth here. Make sure you have tissues on-hand.
As of recent, my mom has been in a all-items-beyond-your-father’s-and-my-personal-effects-no-longer-have-a-place-in-our-space mood, and she’s been cleaning out boxes, closets and cupboards accordingly.
Not one thing has gone unnoticed. And, not one week goes by without me getting a text or phone call asking if want this or that or something else. No? OK, then. It’s off to Goodwill or the Salvation Army. Mostly Goodwill.
So, this weekend is the weekend I get to pick up Patty and take her to her new loving home in Canada. Part of me hopes she likes it. The other part of me hopes she doesn’t scare the small children she’s bound to encounter.
Get excited, Patty! It’s almost moving day!