Ghost in the Ruins

So, the vultures are picking at the corpse of what's left of my childhood home.  I lived there from 3rd grade up until my early 20s.  The estate sale is underway, and then later, the house will be sold.  I'm not sure how I feel about this.  I'm a minimalist so I only took a few things - shown below - but it's a shame because that place is was filled with treasures.  I took one more thing, a Heathkit digital clock that I built in the early 80s.  I didn't want to unplug it and reset the time.  But it still works perfectly.  So, it's not shown.

I put my mother on a plane in Detroit last Saturday, headed for Southern California, and resort-like living at a place near my sister.  She's got a realistic attitude about what's happening.  All this shit has to be sold to help pay for her resort-like living.  I'm a minimalist but I'm heavily sentimental.  I'm also heavily mental.  I also like Heavy Metal.  Okay, enough of the word games.

I took these stunning mid-century dishes.  The cane is engraved with Dragons.  It should compliment my grim reaper cane nicely.  There's a Mr. Peanut ashtray, which I think is cool.  I've always liked Mr. Peanut.  He's just a peanut but he comes accessorized with a top hat, walking stick, and a monocle.   He's high class.  There's the Jefferson Golden Hour glass clock.  It was a wedding gift to my folks in the early 50s.  It stopped working.  They built a billion of these clocks over the years.  The last item is a Soundesign calculator from the early 70s.  It survived a massive flood in 1975.  It takes 4 C batteries and still works, although, it works kind of gimpy.

 I'm not sure how I feel about this.