Showing posts with label Vannie. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Vannie. Show all posts

Jul 25, 2016

The Sense of ‘Mine’




Vanessa managed an answering smile. 
“Thank you. The house looks lovely. It seems bigger somehow. 
I’d always heard that things shrunk as you got older.”

Loretta turned off the radio. 
Vanessa regretted the gesture, as it meant they were left with only
 themselves to fill the silence. 

“There were too many dark colors before,” Loretta told her. 
“And too much heavy furniture.
At times I used to feel as though the furniture was lurking over me, 
waiting to push me out of a room.” 
She caught herself, uneasy and embarrassed.



Unfinished Business


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People get attached to their stuff. Two-year-olds, for instance, have verystrong opinions about what’s theirs (MINE!”), and are suspicious about sharing, no matter what nonsense their adult caregivers spew about thiscaring thing. And although (most) people eventually learn to follow appropriate social norms, that relationship to stuff and things still matters throughout the life span, and even, in a way, beyond it — when you’re gone, after all, your loved ones will likely inherit your most prized possessions. If nothing else, at least your memory will live on through, say, a particularly nice set of dresser drawers you once owned.
People express their self-identity through their belongings, a notion that psychologists and neuroscientists are lately finding empirical evidence to support, though the idea itself is of course not a new one.




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When she was awake and wandering the apartment, she’d stop to touch
something—the back of a chair, the side of a table, the round dome of a
paperweight. She would think, Mine. My things, my apartment, my country.


Three Fates

Jun 19, 2012

finding true love




Vanessa listened to the monotonous plunk of the keys as Annie ground
out “Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star.” 
She might have good hands, but so far Vanessa hadn’t seen her put them to good use.


Potential, Vanessa thought as she tried to smile her encouragement.
Surely there was some potential buried there somewhere.


Unfinished Business


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Finding True Love: Helping Your Kid Choose The Right Instrument

 

Pierre-Auguste Renoir 105

 

If it's a "love match," the kid is more likely to stick with it. That's not to say that every day will be easy, of course — but if the child enjoys the sound and feeling of playing the instrument, all the better.

NPR

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“Mmm.” Sympathetic, Vanessa stroked her hair. “And what do you want to play?”
“Stuff like Madonna sings. You know, good stuff. Stuff like you hear on the radio.”

She slanted Vanessa a look. “My other teacher said that’s not real music.”
“All music is real music. We could make a deal.”
Suspicion lighted in Annie’s pale eyes. “What kind of deal?”
“You practice an hour every day on your finger exercises and the lesson I give you.” She ignored Annie’s moan. “And I’ll buy some sheet music. One of Madonna’s songs. I’ll teach you to play it.”
Annie’s sulky mouth fell open. “For real?”
“For real. But only if you practice every day, so that when you come next week I see an improvement.”
“All right!” For the first time in nearly an hour, she grinned, nearly blinding Vanessa with her braces.

 

Unfinished Business