It's so hard...

It's so hard ... for me to go through my mom's things.  I don't know exactly why that is, as most of the things I'm going through have no personal meaning for me.  For instance, this morning I sorted through a box full of memorabilia from her grandchildren (my nieces and nephews), letters, and photographs.  The photos are almost entirely of people, only a few of whom I know.  The letters were all from people I don't know.  I'm saving them because almost all of them are thanking my parents for some kindness they bestowed; I'll scan them one of these days so my whole family can see them.  I wouldn't have guessed I'd find this activity so emotionally intense, but ... I do.

A (possibly) cheerful thought...

A (possibly) cheerful thought ... occurred to me this morning.  Maybe Trump's announcement of steel and aluminum tariffs was just a negotiating tactic, trying to win concessions on NAFTA.  Maybe he really doesn't have any intention of implementing them.

Maybe...