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Feb. 13th, 2006 01:14 pmItem checked off the long-term to-do list: transferring addresses into new address book and throwing out the old one.
It's bittersweet to stumble over names of long-lost friends, all their contact information crossed out or covered with white-out. I could not bring myself to remove their names from the book. It is easier to not transfer the information over into the new book. Family members' names are transferred, even if there is no contact information.
There are some friends whose contact information was in the address book, but who have faded from my life. I will not try to call them back from the mists. I do not transfer their names and addresses (I don't even know if they're correct), and the last shadow of them is gone.
The bald notation: "Dead." Found next to the names of those who were great-great-aunts. Trying to remember the relation of other family members--or are they old family friends?
There're sweet bits, too. People who've moved in together (see --) or married, children whose names straggle down the sides of the page as they try to fit in line after their parents, people whose new addresses make me smile because I'm happy that they're in someplace that's better for them now.
It's bittersweet to stumble over names of long-lost friends, all their contact information crossed out or covered with white-out. I could not bring myself to remove their names from the book. It is easier to not transfer the information over into the new book. Family members' names are transferred, even if there is no contact information.
There are some friends whose contact information was in the address book, but who have faded from my life. I will not try to call them back from the mists. I do not transfer their names and addresses (I don't even know if they're correct), and the last shadow of them is gone.
The bald notation: "Dead." Found next to the names of those who were great-great-aunts. Trying to remember the relation of other family members--or are they old family friends?
There're sweet bits, too. People who've moved in together (see --) or married, children whose names straggle down the sides of the page as they try to fit in line after their parents, people whose new addresses make me smile because I'm happy that they're in someplace that's better for them now.