Showing posts with label stuff. Show all posts
Showing posts with label stuff. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 19, 2013

More About Stuff

Warning:
I'm going to whine more about stuff.

I like my house in the neighborhood.  I like that I have room in this house to leave all my paints and
works in progress on a table.  I like that the kitchen is spacious and airy, that we have an extra room that makes it easy and convenient when we have guests (especially when our 28 year old son comes home for the weekend).  I like that RR can watch baseball in the living room and I can retire to our bedroom at the back of the house to read and/or nap.  I like that the dining room table does dual duty as my writing space and yet it can open way out for family events that require space. We have a small wall closet in our bedroom but, in the upstairs loft area (that provides RR with office space), there is a catch all closet where off season clothes can be stored.  I like it.  There are two bathrooms in the house.  Do I need to say how convenient that is?

I like the generous half acre parcel in town that allows us room for fruit trees, vegetable garden, flowers, and a fenced dog run.

So where's the whine?  That would be maintenance.  All these "things" need to be tended to.   I could just ignore the those dirty (but beautiful) south facing windows.  I could allow the crumbs and dog hair to simply sit in the corners and sulk. I could let the kitchen counters and bathroom sinks gather gunk at the faucets.  I could let the leaves on the house plants sink with accumulated detritus and just say I enjoy the dusty leaf look. Ditto the blinds on the bedroom windows.  Don't you think dust just adds some texture and interest to the otherwise boring cream colored blinds?  That yard is lovely but, unless  you prefer the natural look, you need to spend hours on the raking and sweeping.  Regular maintenance (dishes, laundry and occasional sweep of the floor) I can handle.  It's the serious vacuuming, dusting, clean the bathroom, wash the windows, blah blah blah, that I resent.  And get mad at myself for not doing.  If I didn't have the house and the stuff, I wouldn't have this discussion with myself.  If I lived in a small, even condo sort of place, I wouldn't have to maintain it all.  Or, I could just stop maintaining the house to "decent" standards and do what I want with my time.  My choice.

What do you do?


Tuesday, June 18, 2013

Dump It All

What the F word  is all this STUFF I have?


I am in a toss-it-all-out sort of place.
Just dump this and that.

Dump anything you don't use on a regular basis.
Dump books that don't speak to you any more.
Dump clothes that don't fit or don't feel right.
Dump pieces of furniture that just take up space.
Dump all the friggin dishes and kitchen stuff that you don't use anyway.
Dump the art supplies that you bought and don't use anymore.
Dump the stuff  that is in the bathroom that was purchased years ago and never used since.
Dump the flower pots that sit empty out on the deck.
Dump the letters and cards from long ago.  
Okay, keep the ones from people who have the power to break your heart.
Dump the kid stuff from years ago - games and puzzles.  Dump it.
Dump the self medicating stuff that doesn't work anyway.
Dump anything where the expiration date was pre 2013.  Duh.
Dump blankets and pillows and linens that sit in closets.
Dump the Walkmans and the worthless printers.
Dump the the tangle of computer/electrical cords and the cameras that require film.

Dump it all.

Make the place empty
That's what I want.
I want to be empty except for core essentials.
But then what happens?
What happens when everything is empty?
Will I get lonely?
Will I fill it up with new shit?