Security

A couple of different things this week have put this word in my thoughts.

We just had a security system installed this week. Bev is on a new round of "I am afraid". With the days getting shorter, it has put one of us here before 7:30 in the morning and home by 5:30 or 6:00 PM. With our work schedules right now, this continues to be a nightmare as far as scheduling. The flip side of this is that you can't leave an outside light on at night. So, a security system for when we aren't here and some motion lights on the outside that will let us see the door when we come home are now up and running.

I have never been afraid in my house. We sleep with the windows open and I have been known not to lock the door. Welcome to the new secure Boraski Bed and Breakfast.

The other thing that has been running around in my head is about Mom's robe. I have this orange tie dye long cotton robe that was Mom's. I would always use it when I went to her house, and I have used it for the past year or so in my house. At this point, it has a huge hole in the back and several holes down the side. I can't bear to replace it. Which brings me back around to security. I have Mom's old foundation and empty bottles. It sits in the corner shelf on the bathroom. At what point will I be able to throw this away? I worry if I throw something away, I will lose the memory that goes with this.