I dream that my father is being horrid to me because I've thrown away a tin with a chocolate biscuit in it- and I run away from home to live in Hove with my grandparents.
That pays me back for all the chucking out of my parents' things I did yesterday.
Ah. guilt. I understand this better than you might think. My mother painted and I've been cleaning out the house - many of her paintings have gone to the Goodwill, and a friend of mine asked that a friend of hers have some of the canvases to paint over. I have my favorite of my mother's pictures, one that she hated and I rescued from the refuse pile. Anyway, every time one of her paintings goes out the door, I have massive guilt.
My father has been dead over a decade but I still hesitate to get rid of his things.
My parents used to be keen sailors. I dug out some photos of one of their motorboats yesterday and put them in front of my mother and she didn't really know what to make of them. That decided me: all the nautical memorabilia is going.
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Date: 2017-01-29 05:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-01-29 06:37 pm (UTC)My parents used to be keen sailors. I dug out some photos of one of their motorboats yesterday and put them in front of my mother and she didn't really know what to make of them. That decided me: all the nautical memorabilia is going.