As I've been going through my own house, sorting through things I still want to do and things I no longer care to do-I've been wearing John's dog tags, taking him with me through the journey of breaking past whatever keeps us trapped inside our things, our art in bags and not on the walls.
My half price fake (gel fuel) fireplace arrived yesterday. I've always enjoyed a fireplace, but having one installed in an existing home is cost prohibitive, so I bought (on deep discount) a fabulous fake. As with all my remodeling efforts, I didn't mention it, but a big brown truck in front of the house cannot go unnoticed.
"What is THAT?"
"A fake fireplace"
"I don't know why you people (Mom's friend Jean has a real one in a room addition) want those things in these tiny houses."
My stroke of genius- "Why did you hang THAT picture on THAT wall?"
She thought about it. "Because I already had it"
Now is where the kindness comes in-whether it came from a Garage Sale or the Goodwill or whatever approved place of purchase, it was purchased, most likely by Mom herself. But I didn't go there. I took the high road.
"Well, I didn't have a fake fireplace and by god I wanted one!" then I laughed heartily.
I was sorting through some craft items, putting them away if I wanted to keep them, and instead of the routine "what an idiot, why did you buy this" I thought to myself "what was I after when I bought this? Why did I like it? Do I still like it?" After I finished I went to lie down for a bit and Oliver the parrot was dozing and listening to Eckhardt Tolle and Oprah Winfrey. "hello" he said as I crawled into bed.
Ekhardt's voice from the Ipod said "When you begin to see the observer, you glimpse your true self". Hmmmmmmmm.