In Escrow
April 6, 2016
Ballad for the Brother Man
April 15, 2016
It already feels like the longest vacation of our lives, and we haven’t even left yet. But today marks another major milestone in our departure calendar. Escrow is set to close in less than 24 hours. Not surprisingly, we have waited till the last possible minute to finish clearing our final remnants from the property before the house officially changes hands.
When you look at what’s left—those things that we just couldn’t deal with in a timely manner, the random storage, the emotional luggage, those personal artifacts that we just didn’t have the heart to throw away sooner—it can be pretty revealing. A pile of my wife’s artwork still leans its lonely head against a wall in the garage. Buried for close to a decade under heaps of canvases and art supplies, these once cherished paintings and sketches are finally exposed to the light. They remind us of an era gone by, when there was time to paint, and an eagerness to discuss the innovative neuroscience of Leonard Shlain.
From the corpus callosum to the fallopian tubes, today we also opened our old freezer for the last time, reaching inside to claim Max’s three year and three day old placenta. Like his older sister Millie, Max was born in this house, and for a while we’d had big plans for his placenta. Millie’s ended up planted under a redwood in the backyard, but Max’s was left to whither on the vine.
We let go of so many material things in the last two months, but walking away from our house for the last time and then heading to the nearest dumpster to toss out a stack of paintings and a blackened placenta will surely be remembered as one of the more awkward moments in this emotional process.
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Wow! Paintings and Placenta. That has to be a first……
Haha! Right?! 😛
Some unsuspecting dumpster-diver is going to be in for a real treat!
Delighted to say I ate one of the four placentas. It required a carnivore friend to prep and cook it, but the end result was quite tasty, reminded me of liver. As for the other three I’ve forgotten. Maybe the dog got one?
Eating it cooked isn’t something I could’ve done, I think, especially after having been vegan for 10+ years. I heard about it tasting like liver. Some people made smoothies. I was thinking about encapsulating it, but then ran out of time. We planted the first under a redwood tree and had thought to do something similar with this one. It just never happened…