My aunt was a single lady who lived frugally, she loved nice things, but her apartment was not overly ornate. She was also a fiercly independent and private person. Very few family members had ever been inside her apartment, and her neighbors all described her as a truly sweet person who would never accept any help. Over the course of several days family came to adopt different pieces of furniture, art and what nots by the end of five days everything had found a new home and it was time to sweep the floor and turn off the lights.
The original blog talked more about seeing what looks like a familiar face but not knowing if it is really someone you knew or just someone who looks like someone you knew long ago. When I am in Baltimore there are so many familiar sites, sounds and accents. On Tuesday while I was waiting for a potential buyer for the remainder of the furniture I went over to Starbucks on Charles Street in an area where several girls from my high school had lived. I had been thinking about one woman in particular who I knew from Facebook had moved back to the area and wondered what she was doing now. So it was probably just those thoughts that made me think that a woman standing at the bar reading a magazine might be just that person. I haven't seen her in more than 40 years and we weren't best friends to start with but I thought that if she looked my way I might offer a smile and ask if she was Bonnie. Despite my super power staring she never looked up, in fact she seemed determined to not look up. Maybe she caught sight of me coming in and had no escape plan or maybe I am just too paranoid. On the full disclosure side I have to admit I looked pretty scruffy. My hair was back with a hairband, I had on jeans, an oversize shirt and sneakers. Give me a break I had been cleaning and sorting - dusty work.
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