“Vintage books, old china, antiques; maybe I love old things so much because I feel impermanent myself.” ― Josh Lanyon, Fatal Shadows
I LOVE antiques. Maybe it’s because I love history and archaeology. Maybe it’s because I just want a connection with the past. Maybe it’s because I know my life is limited and I want a piece of immortality. Whatever the reason, I love antiques.
I was on vacation last week (yes, that’ why I didn’t post, I was too busy lol) and did a bit of antique shopping. I found a beautiful Sonora phonograph.
You should hear it! I’ll have to upload a video of the sound. It’s gorgeous. It cranks up like a dream. I just need to find the missing front doors on it (hoping I can find replacement ones) but I may install a little curtain in the front for now for sound control (one with no hardware).
In case you are wondering, it is sitting on top of my antique singer sewing machine, it’s from about the 1880s, the phonograph from about 1910/15.
I’ve noticed my last few post have a bit of a theme…people are strange.
We tell women to be strong, equal, take control of your life! BUT only if it doesn’t interfere with anyone else’s needs.
We tell me that they need to be more compassionate, allow their emotions to show, be softer, sweeter. BUT only if they are still full of machismo and testosterone to get that job done and support everyone.
We tell children to be strong, independent – GROW UP! BUT don’t walk beyond the sidewalk, don’t talk to strangers, don’t go out. Stay safe, stay bubble wrapped (metaphorically speaking).
We tell the old how much we care. BUT we leave them to rot and be abused in elder care. We’re too busy we say, too busy making money to keep the house to feed the children to keep the cars to keep up appearances.
We tell people of other cultures how accepting we are, how caring, how much we want to make a change in the world. BUT only if you aren’t gay, lesbian, bisexual, pansexual, transgender, gender fluid, African, Asian, Indian, Native American, African American, Hindu, Muslim, Shiite, Jewish, – any faith other than Christian, any colour other than white, any language but English – shall I continue?
I’m fed up with people keeping up appearances.
Keeping up appearances
It’ll never do
to allow them to wander
freedom
what would you do?
keeping up appearances
make that lawn look great!
clip and clean
shine and glean
freedom
what would you do?
keeping up appearances
2 1/2 children
seen and not heard
perfect kitchen, perfect house
perfect
freedom
What would you do?
Keeping up appearances
keeping in line
follow the rules
don’t step on that lawn!
freedom
What would you do?
Keeping up appearances
why?
Are you happy now?
Take that pill
put on a smile
freedom
what would you do?
keeping up appearances
make a grand farewell
a rotting corpse dressed to kill
tears flowing
memories rusted
appearances fall away
freedom
what did you do?
I need some. I big dose of each. Reality is living the way I am. Hope is that things can (and will!) change.
“We Know what we are, but we know not what we may be.” – William Shakespeare
He’s right. Who am I to say (or ANYONE for that matter) that I will be like this till the end of my days? Who knows what I still may accomplish. I’m only 41! I, with luck and good habits, could live another 60 or 70 (or more) years. My maternal grandmother is 96 this year; my paternal grandmother was 93 when she died. My family is long lived, and I intend to be as well.
We have, by most people’s standards, one life. I hope to make the best of it, and make that my reality.
Life Through My Eyes 
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