irishandbuffy

I am off to look at new neighborhoods. Not that moving is an option at this time but more of a fact finding trip.

When the hell did I get so organized? I used to thrive in spur if the moments roa tri-s and now I am planning things out for hours and hours even months ahead of time.

My house is going through tyhe mid summer clean and change. We just went out and bought new dishes on the spur of the moment when I noticed that we did not have a compelete set and I did not want to use my good China.

As a little girl I always wanted good China. My parents, well Mary has a set and it will go to Kathy if she is still in the will. I dont want anything from that house. No that is not true, I want things that nobody could possibly want. The three pink fish from the bathroom. I want the poem that was published in the paper. I want the picture of my dad with the intertube around his waist. That is it. There is nothing else in that house. The house of pain.

I wonder when Mary dies if anything will be there or will she have given it away only to claim that it was stolen. She does not know what world she is in most times. All the pain and all the hurt is way too much for her. Not to say what it has done to her children.