gifts

So we found out yesterday how much money the djembe and velvet bag sold for at the auction. Two bucks.

In case you haven't been reading this blog, the djembe and velvet bag were two gifts that were given to me by an ex-friend. I guess if I'm going to keep writing about her, I should give her an alias. How about Diana? So Diana gave me those things and after her betrayal and lies, I determined that I did not want them anymore. So to the auction they went. It amuses me that they brought so little, almost as if to say that is what the relationship was worth. I have since remembered a couple of other small things that she gave me, and will send them with my husband in a box to the auction as well.

What I wonder is, has she kept anything that I gave her? The one thing that meant the most to her was a tarot deck and book, the Celtic Tree Tarot, or something like that. She was thrilled beyond words when I gave it to her. I can't imagine that she would give it up after she'd been trying to find it for so long. Of course it will always remind her of me. I gave her a few other things but that is the one that I don't see her willing to part with. The only way would be if she could find another one to replace it. Then again . . . she might get rid of it just because of its connection to me. She would cut off her nose to spite her face, just to "prove" to herself that it didn't mean that much to her. For all I know, she's already given it way or donated it to a thrift store.

She's a big thrift store shopper, and, since we've been going to the auction, I'm rather surprised that it isn't one her haunts. She likes old weird shit, and the auction is full of it, and it's cheap. She either hasn't heard about it at all, or just hasn't bothered to go and see what it's about. I think it would be pretty funny to run into her there. Hell, it would be funny to run into her anywhere. I don't know that she's histrionic enough to think that I would be following her around, but it would be funny if she did. It would take two minutes to establish that my husband is a regular there, and has been for a couple of months now. She'd be proven a liar yet again!