If you remember, Lori cleaned my house from top to bottom last weekend. Her parents are down from Rhode Island for the holiday and are coming to my place tomorrow. Lori's parents have never been here, so I wanted to make sure I put most of my shit away to make them think I'm not the slob that I really am.
I was putting away my crap from the top of the entertainment center in the living room. Some of that stuff has been there forever. I came across the pocket recorder I used to use at my last job. I was curious what was on it, so I pressed play. Nothing, the batteries were dead. So I put in new batteries and pressed play again.
First I heard an announcer for the Food Network and then I heard my late wife Barbara's voice......... "Monday afternoon, Emeril........., Essence of Emeril, I think. Something called beef bull yard (sp), I think."
You see, I stopped using the pocket recorder at work and gave it to Barbara to use. She had trouble remembering things, so I gave it to her to record things she wanted to tell me. Mostly she used it to record messages about the things she saw on the Food channel that she wanted me to make for us.
I played eight more entries. They were all from her and all pretty much the same as the first one I heard.
I put the recorder aside, I'd heard enough for now. When I'm ready, I'm going to play more of her messages on the recorder. I also have some videos of her that some day I'll watch. Just not right now.