Inventory
We own a lot of things. Some are ours. Some are hers. Some are mine. So I’ve been thinking about what I’ll be taking and what I’ll be leaving behind.
The art. Most of it was mine from before. Even a painting that hangs in her office.
But what about the portrait of her she gave me for Valentine’s day 1991? It’s a lovely picture of her, but… Maybe the boy will have it in his room.
The TiVo is mine but she can have it. The network is mine. The stereo is hers but the turntable is mine. Most of the kitchen stuff is hers, but Mom’s silver is mine.
Months ago I joked that if we ever broke up, the theater tickets were mine. Well, I wasn’t really joking.