personifying everything
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In a message dated 9/20/01 5:54:11 AM Mountain Daylight Time,
fetteroll@... writes:
My idea is she'll grow out of it some, if her patterns follows mine.
If I could have a cookie or donut, I would look at the box or tray and would
pick the one I thought would mind the least being separated from the rest.
Sometimes I was lucky and one seemed to WANT to leave there.
I kept a dead snake for years. When I found it, it was freshly run over
lengthwise by a car, quite dead but still "warm" (for a snake) and my teacher
really wanted me to throw it away, but no, it was educational and I was
fascinated so I put it in a shoebox, took it home, and it eventually lived
(stiffly) stuck above the horseshoe above the door of one of my dad's storage
sheds.
It mostly passed when I was 15 or so and able to give away some dolls and
stuffed animals to younger female friends and neighbors.
I have an adult friend who personifies her furniture and cars, but she's not
a packrat, so when I see her name and talk to something and then just give it
away or sell it, it makes her seem cold to me.
I have one of her old couches (given name unknown to me <g>). She kept it
super clean and all. I let the dog use it to look out the front window, and
Holly jumps on it. My friend probably thinks I care less about it than she
did, but I'm just giving it more freedom than she did! A less structured
life. It used to have scheduled baths and bedtimes. <g>
Sandra
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fetteroll@... writes:
> She personifies *everything*. Everything,Ooooh...
> even rusty springs and perhaps even candy wrappers (that she won't throw
> away but will allow me to though perhaps she feels a twinge ;-), has a soul
> that needs someone to care for it. Which is really sweet! But expensive and
> a storage nightmare ;-)
>
My idea is she'll grow out of it some, if her patterns follows mine.
If I could have a cookie or donut, I would look at the box or tray and would
pick the one I thought would mind the least being separated from the rest.
Sometimes I was lucky and one seemed to WANT to leave there.
I kept a dead snake for years. When I found it, it was freshly run over
lengthwise by a car, quite dead but still "warm" (for a snake) and my teacher
really wanted me to throw it away, but no, it was educational and I was
fascinated so I put it in a shoebox, took it home, and it eventually lived
(stiffly) stuck above the horseshoe above the door of one of my dad's storage
sheds.
It mostly passed when I was 15 or so and able to give away some dolls and
stuffed animals to younger female friends and neighbors.
I have an adult friend who personifies her furniture and cars, but she's not
a packrat, so when I see her name and talk to something and then just give it
away or sell it, it makes her seem cold to me.
I have one of her old couches (given name unknown to me <g>). She kept it
super clean and all. I let the dog use it to look out the front window, and
Holly jumps on it. My friend probably thinks I care less about it than she
did, but I'm just giving it more freedom than she did! A less structured
life. It used to have scheduled baths and bedtimes. <g>
Sandra
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