The value of stuff.

I see no value in "stuff" beyond its usefulness or sentimental connections. Today's blip is of very old ivory or bone necklace given to me by a dear friend who has recently lost some of her lucidity, which somehow makes the necklace more precious.

This afternoon two of our little ones sung in their primary school choir. 90 kids ranging from 6 to 11 filled the church with the most amazing and moving music. Hats off to their wonderful music teacher.

Alessandro the titch stood in the front row with the first graders and Lorenzo in the back with the 4th year.

At the end, the 5th grades sang a special song to mark the end of primary school. Five of the girls were in tears.

I was in tears too, partly becuase the kids sing so beautifully and also because this is yet another concert that I will not be able to share with my mum. I used to play them to her over the phone and she cried too, especialy when they hit the high notes of Schubert's Ave Maria.

Lorenzo told me he saw me crying. I wish this wouldn't happen but there is nothing I can do to prevent it, its in my genes.

Both of the kids asked to come over to our house tonight which I take as meaning they don't mind having a silly old cry baby gran.