While R is a very kind person, at times he can be unsympathetic to people who have different emotions to himself.
Mother is getting closer to selling her home, although it is apparently it is too hot to sell the house at the moment. None of my siblings who grew up there seem emotional about the sale of the family home but of course Mother is very emotional about it. She lived there for just short of 40 years.
She bangs on and on about a garage sale, to sell off what is in the house that she doesn't want or that ABI Brother has forbidden her to take to his home. Her best garage sale made her $900 and she did much of the work herself, but she is well past that. Her expenditure now seems to match her income, so I don't think her grand finale garage sale is so much about money, but it is about things like her high quality old crystal and china going to some wants it or thinks they can sell it on. Such things are now virtually unsaleable in Australia now. No one wants them. She even wants to sell some of her cheap ornaments.
While we speak logically to her and say that her final garage sale will not raise much or receive much interest, she is not convinced. However, I do understand her sentimentality about getting rid of her precious objects.
I think about this myself, with my huge collection of DVD, USB and Cloud Storage. Why do I save things? Who will be interested once I am dead? All of my say 15 years of photos plus scans of old photos are on DVD and the Cloud and I will try to make them available as there are many family photos among them. I think they are labelled well enough for the family to find photos by date and name when family events happened, but who will care about the rest of the photos I have taken? Absolutely no one. Nearly twenty five years of saving things from the internet of no interest to anyone.
Cheered you up a bit? I think not and I certainly didn't cheer myself up. See if these photos ameliorate.
It's hard to believe it was last June when we got together with our Indian Friend and our Hairdresser Friend across the road for dinner and came back home for drinks and our Indian friend played a bit with a phone photo app. I hope I haven't posted these before.
R remembers his grandmother's pink or lilac hair rinse and tries experimenting with her style.
Indian friend, ready for the discotheque.
Hairdresser Friend, also ready for the discotheque.
R. Not doing blackface are you hon?
Indian Friend, airline pilot. Trust him with your Boeing?
Me, school girl. The pretty lass gives head jobs to senior students for no charge.
Me as a sylishless Arab gentleman, ready to impregnate you with my Muslim seed. Your children will look just as stylish as I do.
Me. That shade of lipstick really suits me. Does anyone know its name as I need to buy some.