Roll up the papers and leave them in the path of a volcano. In another couple millennia some excited archaeologist can have a go at it like the recent scrolls being deciphered. Your treasures would be the very best find imaginable
What a depressing-yet-perfect name for the paint color. I really enjoyed reading this, and can relate. Getting rid of stuff is what I’m trying to do, too.
I try to not look at the names of paint colors Susan - it feels like it influences how I feel about them. But I can't help it, the names matter! There was no denying this color perfectly matched the old moldings and frames.
I loved this. It is so relatable. I still have visions of the perfect door after 12 years here. I still want to be the keeper of all my kids early life. So hard to get rid of stuff!
Oh my, good luck on the move, letting go. I can hardly unclutter my mind of all I need to let go of, though, I'm getting there. I want to do it before a move... yeah, right. Boxes, what does one do with loads of boxes, taking up space. It's ridiculous, yet I love cool strong boxes. Even worked at an eyeglass place, and couldn't let them throw away all the Valentino boxes, so I kept them. You just helped me decide to give away old guitar cords, those boxes, mags, etc... to the Salvation Army, rather than the trash, which I feared. Even if they trash it, I didn't... oh and the 20 yr stretch of posters & music I've collected from the record store jobs, though keeping collectables to sell, of course. Thank you, so much, for sharing. Happy Valentine's Day to you and Eric.
Thanks Angie - even if it's just shifting things to bring fresh energy to forgotten pieces - that's not so bad! I find with giving books away for example, I end up seeing books I hadn't noticed in years. I feel the same about cool bags as you do about boxes - can't let go of patisserie and grocery bags from France that have good graphics - they are works of art! Happy Valentines Day to you!
I have a friend who shall remain anonymous. But, his wife has at least one storage space. And he suspects there are two more that she hasn’t told him about. But, he hasn’t called her on it. Heck, if that’s not love. I don’t know what it is.
I've been retired for 4 years now, but still have the notes for every article, ebook, ezine, white paper and editorial I've ever done. My excuse: "I'm writing books! Don't have time. I'll know when it's time. It's nothing but pure procrastination. I don't want to be the one to burden the loved ones I leave behind. I'll do it next month, after banging out a few chapters. As they used to say in driver's ed films: "Sure Mac sure." Thanks for your insights. If I wrote like you, I'd keep everything.
I so relate Bob - you worry there's something contained in those notes - like me with my setlists - some key bit of writing or wisdom you can't bear to lose, even if you never see it again. Thank you!
This is both inspiring and terrifying as Ellen and I ponder how to combine two apartments, a studio, and two storage spaces and where to land with it all in that proverbial next chapter. But wait, are you abandoning our beloved Hudson Valley?
Not abandoning so much as moving over to the England side Steven! I guess it's our way of trying to consolidate things too. Good luck to you and Ellen and let me know if a cute house and yard in Catskill is of any interest. Take care, don't worry we won't disappear.
I remember when my mom called to tell me Dad had gotten rid of a bunch of tools and hardware that had been in the garage for as long as anyone could remember. "He says he doesn't want to burden anyone with this stuff when he's gone. I think he's losing it." He did drift into dementia near the end, but giving away most of his possessions was the work of a sound mind. There was very little left for Mom to deal with after he passed two years ago. She handed me some shirts from his closet and said, "He probably only wore these a couple of times." It felt strange, but I still have those shirts and I'm not letting them go. Not yet.
No words. Thank you.
Thank you Terry!
You just get wiser and wiser. Love you 😘.
When I'm writing I feel like I've almost figured out something! Love you Angel.
cloudy plexiglass....
don't feel alone, ha ha ha, in any of this! xxxcm
Thanks Clarke buddy.
Roll up the papers and leave them in the path of a volcano. In another couple millennia some excited archaeologist can have a go at it like the recent scrolls being deciphered. Your treasures would be the very best find imaginable
We need some volcanos around here Ellen!
That jacket belongs in the Smithsonian along with Fonzie's Leather jacket
I love that Chuck - can my mannequin be NEXT to Fonzie's?
Yes, in the future people will be like “who is that?“ And someone will say, I think he was on a TV show or something.
I know! I'm looking forward to my coat and Fonz's jacket hanging out in the museum of broken hearts.
What a depressing-yet-perfect name for the paint color. I really enjoyed reading this, and can relate. Getting rid of stuff is what I’m trying to do, too.
I try to not look at the names of paint colors Susan - it feels like it influences how I feel about them. But I can't help it, the names matter! There was no denying this color perfectly matched the old moldings and frames.
Good luck with letting stuff go.
" What do we really need, to feel like ourselves while we’re still here? "
exactly where im at right now Amy . especially the second half . please keep Dads scarf .
Thanks Bob. I am keeping that scarf! Good luck with sorting through the stuff.
I loved this. It is so relatable. I still have visions of the perfect door after 12 years here. I still want to be the keeper of all my kids early life. So hard to get rid of stuff!
Thanks Billie! I still love looking at my daughter's artwork, school papers and cute little outfits...they don't take up THAT much space!
Oh my, good luck on the move, letting go. I can hardly unclutter my mind of all I need to let go of, though, I'm getting there. I want to do it before a move... yeah, right. Boxes, what does one do with loads of boxes, taking up space. It's ridiculous, yet I love cool strong boxes. Even worked at an eyeglass place, and couldn't let them throw away all the Valentino boxes, so I kept them. You just helped me decide to give away old guitar cords, those boxes, mags, etc... to the Salvation Army, rather than the trash, which I feared. Even if they trash it, I didn't... oh and the 20 yr stretch of posters & music I've collected from the record store jobs, though keeping collectables to sell, of course. Thank you, so much, for sharing. Happy Valentine's Day to you and Eric.
Thanks Angie - even if it's just shifting things to bring fresh energy to forgotten pieces - that's not so bad! I find with giving books away for example, I end up seeing books I hadn't noticed in years. I feel the same about cool bags as you do about boxes - can't let go of patisserie and grocery bags from France that have good graphics - they are works of art! Happy Valentines Day to you!
Yes, the books, and those bags sound great. I would keep them, too. :) Thank you, too.
Stuff. It defines us.
I have a friend who shall remain anonymous. But, his wife has at least one storage space. And he suspects there are two more that she hasn’t told him about. But, he hasn’t called her on it. Heck, if that’s not love. I don’t know what it is.
Love is acceptance when that monthly payment comes due - just for now, you tell each other. It's worth it!
I've been retired for 4 years now, but still have the notes for every article, ebook, ezine, white paper and editorial I've ever done. My excuse: "I'm writing books! Don't have time. I'll know when it's time. It's nothing but pure procrastination. I don't want to be the one to burden the loved ones I leave behind. I'll do it next month, after banging out a few chapters. As they used to say in driver's ed films: "Sure Mac sure." Thanks for your insights. If I wrote like you, I'd keep everything.
I so relate Bob - you worry there's something contained in those notes - like me with my setlists - some key bit of writing or wisdom you can't bear to lose, even if you never see it again. Thank you!
This is both inspiring and terrifying as Ellen and I ponder how to combine two apartments, a studio, and two storage spaces and where to land with it all in that proverbial next chapter. But wait, are you abandoning our beloved Hudson Valley?
Not abandoning so much as moving over to the England side Steven! I guess it's our way of trying to consolidate things too. Good luck to you and Ellen and let me know if a cute house and yard in Catskill is of any interest. Take care, don't worry we won't disappear.
Thanks Amy! But if the unthinkable happens in November we might just look for a cute place in London—or Hull.
We'll be midway between in Norfolk. Hope we'll see you but not because you have to!
I remember when my mom called to tell me Dad had gotten rid of a bunch of tools and hardware that had been in the garage for as long as anyone could remember. "He says he doesn't want to burden anyone with this stuff when he's gone. I think he's losing it." He did drift into dementia near the end, but giving away most of his possessions was the work of a sound mind. There was very little left for Mom to deal with after he passed two years ago. She handed me some shirts from his closet and said, "He probably only wore these a couple of times." It felt strange, but I still have those shirts and I'm not letting them go. Not yet.
I'm so glad you have your dad's shirts Paul. Hold onto them!
Thank you for reminding me that it's time for one of my excruciating, if humble, purges. It's helpful to hear others go through this.
I like how you make it sound cyclical Jim, and that's an easier way to look at the process. It can't all go at once. Good luck!