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Can someone develop inertia?  It sounds a bit like reversing backwards.  Well whatever it is, I’ve got it.

When my mum died, my happy pills kept the black dog at bay for the first few months.  Its departure was replaced by an emptiness, a desire to do nothing.  So that’s what I did.

Now, twenty months later, mum’s boxes are still littered around the house, their only movement being from the spare room to my study when Clare came to stay for a few weeks.

Each time I open a box, I am assailed by memories and doubts.  How can I disrespect my mother by throwing away her memories, her cherished possessions?  So instead, I spend hours on Facebook, playing stupid games, surrounded by boxes.

The only thing that motivates me is a deadline.  So, in the last year, I’ve performed, directed, designed and built more sets than ever before.  And while I’m doing it, I love it.  But when I get home, I go straight to the computer and kill vampires, harvest crops and hunt for treasure.

Then, last week, I was chatting to a friend whose mum died late last year, and she remarked how, since then, she’s had no desire to work in her garden.  She despairs at how bedraggled it looks, remembering how much she used to cherish it.  She wasn’t very impressed when I started smiling, and was even less impressed when I laughed at how many boxes she’s got in her spare room…all filled with her mum’s belongings.  What’s more, she said, all I want to do is read.  And even then it’s only because I’ve got to get the book back to the library before due date.

Sound familiar?

So we’ve come up with a plan.

Each week, for two hours, we’re going to take turns visiting each other.  The visitee will decide on the highest priority – emptying boxes, weeding or clearing out cupboards.  The visitor will comply and be rewarded with tea and chocolate biscuits.  Or red wine, if we’ve done really well.

I went to her house yesterday.  It was great.  There’s a long way to go, but it’s a start.

Who knows, I might even be able to empty a box or two myself before she comes around next week…


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It’s 2am and your Beer Goggles have 20/20 vision. Your ex becomes irresistible, and you must tell him NOW! You forget he lives on another continent with his wife and 2,4 children. So you email him. You remind him about the fabulous times you had, and tell him how much you miss him.

Then you push the ‘Send to All’ button.

Help is at hand…Mail Goggles. If you send mail late at night on weekends, Gmail asks you to solve a few sums. If you can’t, your mail won’t be sent.

I wish they’d do the same for Facebook Shamefacebook.

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Our matric class is having its 25th reunion, and it’s my job to find everyone. Just gotta love the interweb. And parents who’ve lived in the same house since before the Dead Sea was even sick.

So far, I’ve discovered that many of the class are on second marriages (or divorces). Most have two kids. Some are still single. Four have died, one is gay, one is widowed and one is a granny.

Almost all of them are pleased to make contact again.

Most interesting though: Several are too embarrassed to come to the reunion because they are too fat.

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