Tomorrow the big move finally happens. In some ways it has all come together pretty quickly.
It is our first move in over twenty years. Boy, have we accumulated a lot of stuff. And that is mostly just what it is - just stuff.
The fact that I have now been absent from home for three months, living out of one suitcase shows just how little of that "stuff" is really necessary for daily living. But I do miss some of it.
The LOC* told me that he wrapped my teapots carefully. And I appreciate that. However, his son, who helped him pack up the kitchen, said he also packed jars - lots of jars. We don't need jars. I haven't canned anything since 1978. I don't want those jars, but the LOC* kept them. (*Lovable Old Coot)
J. said, "Dad, you are seventy years old, its time to get rid of the jars." The LOC just looked at him and said, "But I might need them sometime." Uh - huh.
Then there is his mug collection, his DVD collection, his sports memorabilia collection .... need I go on? I have heard that in every marriage it is likely that one is a collector and one is a tosser. In our household, I am the tosser. If I have not used it in the past year, out it goes. My ideal dresser drawer is one that is only two-thirds full.
I like bare places in the floor space, open areas on the walls, and room to move around in the garage. The LOC, left untended (which I most certainly do not intend to do) would cover every square inch of every wall in the house with family photos. Every square foot of the garage would contain a box, a bin, or a piece of equipment. He has a bicycle with two flat tires that he refuses to get rid of "in case he needs it in an emergency." Really ?
What's the plan? Put the emergency on "pause" while he pumps up the bike tires? I'm just saying.
Tonight, when I called to see how he was holding up, because I cannot be there and he is doing this solo now that J. has returned to Portland, he proudly but tiredly told me he had packed another fifty boxes today. Another fifty! Can we say jam-packed?
Thank the lord, the movers come tomorrow and he will be forced to stop and just leave some of it. And the following day, all our stuff will arrive at the new house, just 15 minutes from where I am staying with K., and I can begin to sort - and toss - and sort - and toss - and ..... until we are no longer jam-packed. I hope ...
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Hope whatever you are jamming or tossing tonight, you are doing it with a smile. Until next time ...Marsha