Momspeak, or The More Things Change; the More They Stay the Same
I don't know about you, but the protocols at Mom's house never change.
Mom is 88, I am 49. Yet, when I am home, I'm lovingly reminded to pull the door shut, be careful not to step on the pepper plants in the garden, etc. You'd think I'd know by now, right?
Mom has a house FULL of treasures, and I do mean full. She grew up during the Great Depression, and her values regarding "stuff' would make any environmentalist proud. Things are not simply thrown away; they are repurposed. Or saved for the future. Or dismantled and recycled. Or gifted - but only to someone who will appreciate them.
I still remember when Great Aunt Olga had to move into a nursing home. Her daughter in law went into her house and just threw- virtually everything. Another cousin rescued photographs, favorite dishes and more from the trash. It felt like a rape - all of this elderly woman's household discarded so casually, after being cared for for so long. I try to respect that with Mom; helping her with the repurposing, rather than admonishing her for her collections.
Lots of time to work on that today, and to buy plants together. Rather than return to Duluth between my Tuesday meeting (AEM) and my Thursday meeting (artsconnected); I chose to hang out at the homestead...
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