These are all just things, of course, but they are my things, and they all mean something to me. Of course, Guy is my friend--and my family--and it seems like he is going through a hard time right now. I know when I am sad, sometimes it feels really good to sell things, or to clean, or to rearrange the furniture. I have heard that they rearranged the deck chairs on the Titanic, even as the ship was going down, because they understood that that is just the way we are wired as human beings. It is absurd, but we have to keep moving forward, like a shark, even if we know the things that we are doing are meaningless. So I tell Guy, sure you can sell my things, but I tell them they are worth way more than they are. The Accordion, 2000! The Food Processor, 200! And I tell him we are pricing them to sell! Cheap Cheap Cheap! If we cannot be free, at least we can be cheap!
That is what friendship is all about. We sit outside, drinking Big Flats, pointing out mosquitoes as they land on each other's backs. The mosquitoes are worse than bad. We could go inside, but it feels so good to be taking care of each other.
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