Old Songs In A New Cafe: Update 01
Okay I crack this book with much anticipation, even though I have read it many times, I only read it cover to cover the first time. After that I just went right to my favorite essays like a vegetarian cave man would have pounced on a defenseless carrot separated from the herd.
Excavating Rachel’s Room
When Rachel leaves for Boston to start her own life, her parents clear her room and find more than just missing tools and drinking glasses.
We always hear this scene played out from the mom viewpoint. Its refreshing to see it anew from dad’s. I chuckled along when dad suggest a blow torch might be in order, or a front end loader? True-er words were never spoken. I, like Rachel, left a room for my parents to clear out. I thought it would be my room forever, my first lesson in life being temporary was coming home to it as a guest room and realizing I didn’t live there anymore. I wonder if my parents worked their way around the room like archeologists? * grin* Like Rachel again, I fell out of love with my horse and it was sold and I squirreled away the brushes and tack. Unlike Rachel I took it with me when I departed. I have it still, Poker’s box of goodies now sits next to a box of baby stuff from each of my boys. I open it up every so often and its still smells like horsey! Ahhh! Horse-love dies hard.
Reading this essay helped me understand what I left behind and when it time for me to drive the loader, I hope to be able to say goodbye to all the stuff accumulated as easily as these two did. I fear my intentions will be good, but after time to think about it. I will be arm wrestling bags back from the garbage men at 5 am with puffy eyes and drippy mascara. ” I know I threw it away…now I want to UN-away it!” “Hands off Buzz Lightyear, buddy!”
Twister? How could they have thrown away Twister? “The game that ties you up in knots!” Certainly, they regretted tossing that!




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