THE CHALLENGE. A man (Captain Savage). A woman (Rose). A quest. To earn enough karmic points by Christmas to be reincarnated as Something Nice. Alternatively, it would be really good if MY kids could end up in the top 1% of anything (other than pains in the arse, which milestone I think they may have already achieved, at times).
If all your Stuff disappeared – yea, unto even the old love letters, stories you wrote on cafe napkins, and lockets of your favourite childhood dog’s hair – what would be left of you?
In the last week or two, I’ve been too busy to blog much (much to the relief of inboxes everywhere) partly because I’ve been helping to dismantle my mother’s life. Every couple of weeks, family meetings have been held to decide what to do with this or that aspect of it – who wants her antique and beautiful (often hand-made by Dad) furniture, who wants her war-era love letters to my father and his to her, who wants her meticulously ironed, fragranced and folded linen, her clothes, her jewellery? Who wants the stuff that even she didn’t want very much, but just accumulated the way that everybody does?
This weekend we held a garage sale of the latter, before putting her last home on the market. Setting out to best advantage, the brown leather chairs where we all used to sit and drink tea and watch BBC serials. Tidying up the empty, flower-filled garden, with no mum to complain that she couldn’t water the azaleas properly these days!
I recently chatted on line to an anarcho-syndicalist, whatever that is, and because I’m just born contrary, I decided I really like my Stuff. Owning it, that is. How small and bare and lonely we are without it! And yet, one day, my kids are going to send cardboard boxes full of unfinished stories and diaries about unsuccessful love affairs to the tip. C’est la vie.
Anyway, to get to the point of this post, my karmic points this week come from insisting on taking the first three hours at the garage sale – meaning getting up at 6 to get across town at 7, set up, and start the whole slightly sad process rolling. I call that totally selfless (AND I don’t even get to keep the money!).
I also took Ms M to a film evening on Common Ground, a project that’s trying to get off the ground in Canberra to do with giving the homeless a nice place to live, onsite support services and help to move on and up. I think I may donate.
From tomorrow, I’m homeschooling Ms M, who seems to have developed an anxiety disorder associated with going to school. (Yeah right, I can hear you say – but really, vomiting before school out of pure tension isn’t normal). Who knows, after a month of me, she may be begging to go back there! And finally, next week, a date for meeting my little girl from Barnardos Kids Friend program!
Karmically, none of this gets anywhere near Captain Savage’s recent efforts (although, CS, I AM trying to grow a moustache for Movember??).