second hand crisis…
There is something strange about inheriting a midlife crisis in such a concrete form. Yesterday one of my kids asked why there was a fishing rod in the trunk. “Because my dad was the kind of guy who never went anywhere without a fishing rod in his trunk,” I said.
They didn’t ask why I still have it in there. I’m not sure how I would have answered.
Nice colour, you can’t go wrong with blue 🙂
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…different maybe, but… My dad’s glasses are in the side pocket of my van. My mom gave me his clothes from the nursing home to donate or trash as necessary & his glasses were in there. I couldn’t do either. I tucked them in the side pocket. A year later, there they remain.
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