Passing It On

It's going to be another fine day again today,  I was up extra early and have cleaned out the pig enclosure for an hour and a half before it became too hot. I am full of a cold today, so am not going  to my brother's house. The risk of giving him a virus is just too high.........It feels weird but I feel guilty.....it is as though I am bunking off from work a little by not going spending the day with him.....

Yesterday I set up Chris' new auction buy into one of the sitting room cupboards, and today I moved some of the extra "flotsam" into the other cupboard,some  items that I have not properly looked at for perhaps  a decade.

It's funny, but we all collect a plethora of things over the years.....each item has a memory, a place in our shared past.....each item having no relevance to anyone but us,

Two tiny delicate glasses with finely etched lobsters and fish all round them bought from a Japanese store on 5th Avenue on one of our first holidays to New York;

.....an old wooden box full of photographs;

.....a set of 1930 champagne glasses, a Christmas present from my sister; 

.....three copies of "Virtue's Household Physician";

.....an art deco lady, bought from a Chester art sale

.....a carlton ware lobster bowl full of dried hydrangea flowers from the garden of our last house

.....a soapstone cockerel...a present from Chris' China trip....

I could go on....

When we are dead and gone, these trinkets will be dispersed to the four winds...some will become the new memories of strangers, others will be thrown away, unloved and uncared for....

We never really "own " something do we?

We just care for it for a while................