something explained?

[plural]

I think I might have a clue
where my general lack of sentimentality
especially with regards to material objects
comes from

so anyway
let me explain

I am cleaning around the house
well more sorting and arranging really

[yeah buff, I know]
[what is the world coming to]
[when a straight guy is cleaning his own place]
[*evil grin*]

and I come across a box of stuff
labelled goodwill

apparently my mother saw fit
while visiting to determine a pile of my possessions
as no longer worth owning

for the most part
I would say she was right

with the exception of two items

a red and black wool rug from bolivia
and
a doll, not a fru-fru girly doll
but one of those from the seventies
when someone got the great idea to make them more realistic
its eyes move, it has don king hair
and
not only it is anatomically correct
but can take a leak with the best of them

to be honest, I hadn't seen it for years
didn't really have any recollection of it
but
when I was going through my stuff
in seattle my sister pointed it out
and informed me that it was one of my first toys
so
since my mother gave my favorite toy
from my young childhood to goodwill years ago
[a stuffed tigger of course]
I figured maybe I should keep it

the rug of course
is probably even a more telling sign

it was a gift
from none other than
my dear mother about two years ago

granted I never liked it much
but
it was made by the hard working people
of some native tribe from bolivia
which was demonstrated by the little imperfections
in the design

whoever came up with this idea
btw was fucking brilliant

we can remarket shoddily made goods
as "unique work of local artisans"
and charge three times as much

of course my mother bought it
while she was in south america
so I doubt she was paying pier one prices

hell she probably spent four hours
talking to the poor fellow who made it
she is like that
she cant just pass through some remote village shithole
and buy a few things and move on
no
she has to learn the entire life story
of the person making whatever she is buying
how it was made....

well you get the idea
of course the funny thing
is any profit margin the fellow might have made
selling her the item
was probably negated
by the amount of time wasted talking to her

so I call her up
wanting to make sure
before taking the stuff to goodwill

and ask her if she meant
for the rug to go to goodwill
reminding her that it was a gift from her

her response

"yeah I know, I just decided I don't much like it anymore"

*sigh*


family can be a strange strange thing some times