I'm still figuring this stuff out, but apparently I've been discriminating against the anonymous users out there. Well no more of that.
All are welcome into the messy mind.
I got an e-mail from my brother mike, and he indeed does remember the time in the labor camp.
However, he credits that experience for making him the workaholic that he is today.
funny, to me "credit" and "blame" might be interchangeable words there.
I certainly recognise that it helped me come to terms with the inevitability of work.
WORK that demon time stealer who accepts no excuses. too cold? forget it. too hot? same thing.
I'll admit that I am a workaholic- no meetings for us though. 12 steps? jeez! who has the time?
I gotta get to work!
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Yeah, we sure learned about work from Mom, didn't we? But you know, she never made us work while she was sitting doing nothing did she? Some of my best memories of Mom are her and I working together and being dog tired. I don't know if you remember when we moved into the blue house on the Purdy Road but it was close to Christmas and I remember Mom and I staying up late laying cushion floor and we were so tired we were laughing our heads off (and trying to be quiet and not wake you kids up!) It was a great accomplishment when we got it done.
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