My father-in-law had a large cupboard filled with trophies and plaques won by him. He would scoff at any suggestion of eliminating outdated stuff. The family has retained it so far, after his death, because the house is locked. I'm not sure if the trophies will survive a renovation or sale of the property. I … Continue reading Associations
The bin which carries discarded memories needs to be consigned to fire, and the ashes sent to a watery grave. Discards are not really discards till they cease to exist for you. Like Marie Kondo says, anything that does not give you joy needs to go. It takes away precious space from your sense of … Continue reading Set fire to the bin
over the back fence live memories some pleasant some evil dragging me back in a muck, where I don’t want to be I ignore them to advance on the path ahead -yet there’s always a back fence with me - in between living my present https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2019/08/15/tale-weaver-236-15th-august-over-the-back-fence/
Schools close for a month or two in summer, due to the intense tropical heat here. I wonder how heat was not a deterrent from going out needlessly, at that age. Summer meant visiting grandparents, ice lollies, mangoes, melons and silly games. My grandparents used to have charpoys (picture given below) in the house. We … Continue reading Summers
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