Monday, November 18, 2013
Sometimes it is hard to get rid of something that has given pleasure. When they were young I had biked my grandkids around our neighborhood for short pleasurable outings on sunny days. After they had grown out of the Burley, I sometimes used it for grocery shopping, but it's too cumbersome for that task. It's time to give it up. Why is it difficult to give up an object that holds memories?