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Mar. 22nd, 2016 10:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
beccaelizabethThe thing with the piano is I really do know it's not a thing to do with the piano.
It's to do with the feeling that we build on shifting sand, and that my continued existence, and that of my family, depends on the uninformed antics of a bunch of over privileged white men, and I cannot do anything about that. Voting doesn't do a heck of a lot when the actions of those voted for do not resemble the promises made before the votes. Neither does it help when the other lot win anyway. Nor can I do much about living in a safe seat where my vote barely pipes a protest in the first place.
I read the news, I see the arguments, I see them lie and lie and lie - or to be fair be utterly ignorant of their own policies and work that affects most recently half a million people.
And I get a bit anxious.
Funnily enough.
I know it is then not rational to try and hold on to every last unwanted possession on the off chance it will be the one thing I turn out to need, but, that's the emotion behind it. Emotion that used to result in an empty envelopes collection, so by many measures I am doing much, much better.
But we're now down to getting rid of great grandma's piano, so it has a symbolic weight actually exceeding its not inconsiderable bulk. And I have tried to give it to family, but none of them want it. So. Have arranged for a charity to come and take it away.
And it is not easy to let go of. Even though I haven't played the thing for twenty years. Because for eighteen years it has just been there.
But back in the land of the rational, it has just been there. I can replace it with a table that will be much more useful.
So, hopefully they will want to take it away today.
It's to do with the feeling that we build on shifting sand, and that my continued existence, and that of my family, depends on the uninformed antics of a bunch of over privileged white men, and I cannot do anything about that. Voting doesn't do a heck of a lot when the actions of those voted for do not resemble the promises made before the votes. Neither does it help when the other lot win anyway. Nor can I do much about living in a safe seat where my vote barely pipes a protest in the first place.
I read the news, I see the arguments, I see them lie and lie and lie - or to be fair be utterly ignorant of their own policies and work that affects most recently half a million people.
And I get a bit anxious.
Funnily enough.
I know it is then not rational to try and hold on to every last unwanted possession on the off chance it will be the one thing I turn out to need, but, that's the emotion behind it. Emotion that used to result in an empty envelopes collection, so by many measures I am doing much, much better.
But we're now down to getting rid of great grandma's piano, so it has a symbolic weight actually exceeding its not inconsiderable bulk. And I have tried to give it to family, but none of them want it. So. Have arranged for a charity to come and take it away.
And it is not easy to let go of. Even though I haven't played the thing for twenty years. Because for eighteen years it has just been there.
But back in the land of the rational, it has just been there. I can replace it with a table that will be much more useful.
So, hopefully they will want to take it away today.