Friday, May 02, 2003

 

I was out in my garage this morning, looking for something I had stored in a box out there, and I ran across something again, which I ran across a while back which prompted my original journal entry. I decided to copy this journal entry from the past year, since once again, it applies today in the same way as it did then.
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[From journal: 2002.03.19.12:00]
[ Twenty-three years ago, and it still smells like her ]
Twenty-three years ago today, on the 19th of March, 1979, my 1st divorce papers were filed with the court, and thus became, final. It was over. She remarried the same day, but two time zones away, so by the clock, she might have been married to both of us at the same time, technically, for a short period. The papers were stamped, logged in, filed in the back somewhere, and it was done. I figured out later it had been 3999 days of being married. Fini. Prior to filing the papers, she had the opportunity to remove anything and everything she wanted provided she paid to move it all and she was there to physically touch it. I wasn't going to allow a mover to come in and just take anything and everything. She had to personally touch what she was going to take. I paid to move everything for our son. After it was all gone, I sat around for quite a while, went to work, slept at night, but left the house in the semi-empty condition it was in after the moving company had picked up everything to move out. Later, as I was going through and doing the sorting as to what was left that I would keep or not, I found a piece of her clothing. It was the top of a bikini swimsuit. It was one she had liked, a lot. Two small, brightly colored triangles of cloth held together by a bit of thin fabric, which tied at the back. Hot stuff. Really, hot stuff. Yes, she filled it out very, very well, especially after the implants. Today was another day in the sorting of boxes in the garage. I am finally doing some reorganization of the stuff I've got packed away. I was in the process of doing some repackaging in the garage this morning, and I ran across the poly bag with the bikini top piece. I stopped. I immediately recognized it and then, after examining it for a few moments through the plastic, I opened it. And then... I smelled it, and wonder of wonders, it still smelled of her perfume; Emeraude, I think the name was. It was faint, but it was there. Bliss. A blast from the past. Maybe I imagined I smelled the perfume. Maybe it is really there like I think. I guess it helped that 23 years ago, I put it into a poly bag and sealed it airtight. This time, I rolled it into tissue paper and then into a small box, so it would not get any further creased, and repackaged it in another new poly bag with a tag indicating what was in the box, that I can read from the outside. I put it away in a very safe place. There was a time, once, shortly after the movers left, when she asked me if I had seen this particular bikini top piece as she could not seem to find it in any of the boxes she had packed, and she said she was sure it had been in one of the boxes. I had left the boxes she had packed pretty much as-is. She accused me of removing it, but I did not. It had accidently fallen in behind a drawer. I know this only because I have the same dresser still, in the bedroom. The same thing happened to one of my favorite T-shirts. It had fallen over the back of the drawer and got stuck behind it. I only found it because I noticed one day, long after I noticed the missing T-shirt, that the drawer did not completely close. When I pulled the drawer out, I could see the T-shirt back behind it. I finally knew how her bikini top had gotten to where I had found it. Mystery solved, about 20 years after the fact. I've never told her this revelation, however, and I doubt that I ever will unless forced to in some manner I can not conceive of at the moment. I take the 5th on my answer to whether this conversation took place before or after I found the top piece behind the dresser drawer where it had fallen. Of course, I can neither confirm nor deny any knowledge of the whereabouts of this particular piece of clothing at present either, come to think of it. Bikini top? What bikini top was that again?

Posted by: Rowlfe - at: 5/02/2003 10:34:00 AM

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