Lightening the Load in Understanding the Unthinkable

  • Jan. 13, 2016, 8:41 p.m.
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Not much happening in my life right now. I picked up a few SEO pages, but nothing much on the horizon. Instead, I am back on a downsize wagon. I swear we spend our first 50 years accumulating and the second 50 years getting rid of it!

Nick’s things continually pop up. The latest his his grade school apology letter: “I’m sorry I bit Leah. I hope she gets beter. I’m sorry Mom. I don’t think you have to pay for it. I don’t think it is deep down. She will probable be beter in no time.”

Leah (a fellow student) survived, I am happy to report. After that, though, all she had to do is raise her eyebrows at Nick and he would back down immediately.

I hung that one up with the others on my office wall, along with his essay on how to “atrac a girl”. The advice started with following the girl and ended with the advice to give her earrings, a ring or some money. The other boys’ work is there, too: youngest’s portrait of me (I’m round with stick arms and legs, a most attractive look, I must say!) and eldest’s note to the tooth fairy to leave the money on the end of the bed rather than under the pillow and shut the door on his way out.

A shrink would have gone to town on my family.

I’m also lightening the load with family stuff, too. I don’t NEED two dozen afghans! I have them because my beloved mother-in-law gave them to me. I’m keeping a few because the colors are so stunning, and definitely the one that’s crocheted like a fisherman’s sweater, but enough is enough. The family quilts? No idea. I’ll keep those a few more years. I live in Florida and could probably cover the state in blankets.

I have a feeling I’m just going to have to do an e-bay selling spree and get it all sold off. Right now, I’m just sorting and tossing. I’ll try to get the boys to take something, but they’re really disinterested. Is this the first generation to say no to polishing the silver?

I collected all this stuff, thinking the boys, or their wives, would want it one day. But they don’t. It never occurred to me that our tastes would differ!


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