farewell, woolen blanket
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Toronto, 2002.10.12
After our adventures in the Kawarthas, we dropped by my ex's place so I could pick up a few things that had wound up in her possession after the dissolution of our engagement. I wound up collecting my art, some odds and ends like my blender and my coffee maker, and more clothing than I would have guessed. There were also the old lamps that my grandmother had had made in Florida in the 50's, and a few bottle of booze that seemed to have survived the Bobcaygeon Winter intact. Still missing are a number of books, the Porsche mug my brother gave me when I was 15, and various other clutter. Like my woolen blanket, dangit.