Saturday, May 26, 2012
I sold Maxwell's Playmobile castle on Craigslist, to a man named Klaus, who had a tiny anemic looking five year old. The five year old was a tiny bit rainmanish in his ability to memorize plans, it seems and informed me that I had some of the rook work on the tower, on upside down. What can I say? Maxwell and I are idea people, not builders. We had owned the castle for nine years, and all the while it had been put together incorrectly.
I am also selling off all of those wooden vehicles. I am running out of space for all this shit, and I need to purge. It makes Mark nervous when I get rid of the kid's stuff.
I know everyone thinks of me as the hoarding, sentimental fool, which is true, but Mark is at least as bad, if not worse. Together we are a hot mess. If he had his way he would keep every paper that Freyja brings home from school, which is why I have to clean out her backpack everyday and hid things in the recycling bag, away from his line of vision.