So far I have sold, thown or given away boxes of old files, clothes, shoes, electronics, toys and sports equipment. Its purging time again. As I sit with Dad at lunch today I can't help but notice how alike we are. And yet I constantly fool myself into thinking otherwise.
His stuff, or junk as we affectionately call it, is the usual topic of conversation. He likes to collect it and I can't stand having it around. Of course I don't have to live with his crap but my fear of the day when I will is enough to make me give him a hard time just the same.
Meanwhile I merrily go about collecting my own junk. Albeit less in quantity its probably the same affliction and I am no less sensative about it than he is. SO what's my point? None really just reminding myself to pay attention to how I treat him.
Posted by pike at November 27, 2003 09:00 PMI'm attempting to change my name to "al the donor" for tax purposes of course. and i thoughr i knew my own kid!
Posted by: al the collector at December 10, 2003 11:32 PM