Monday, June 10, 2013
We haven't had to turn our sprinklers on yet, so much rain.
My daughter is pregnant with her third child. She, her husband, Bella and Ryan live in a small Cape Cod style house. It was supposed to be their starter home. But, they fell prey to the poor economy when Jen became a victim of a Company downsize. She was out of work for 2-1/2 years. Even though she is now working again, their "starter" home has now become their "until we get back on our feet" home.
They are going to finish their basement and turn it into additional living space.
Up until now, the basement has been used as a laundry room, a haven for their four kitties, and a place to put stuff, lots of stuff, an over whelming amount of stuff.
So, now they are going through a downsizing of their own.
They are organizing the stuff into, "donate", "throw out" and "keep" piles.
Sometimes there are disagreements about the designation of the stuff.
It's a common problem. The "keep" pile starts to mysteriously grow as each family member clutches onto their most prized possessions, saying such things such as "...I couldn't possibly part with "White Teddy", "Mr Snuggles" or that old door "...we may need someday".
Jen has been a strict taskmaster, though. "No, you can't keep that," she would command, as she pulled things out of keep piles and put them back into the appropriate donate or throw away areas.
When I spoke to her later that evening I asked her if she was able to accomplish her goal.
"I found a box of "precious mementos" from when I was in junior high and high school," she said.
"Hmm," I though to myself, it's interesting that her stuff has evolved into an additional designation called "precious".
Funny thing, she was reading some of the notes to me that she found. Notes that she and her girlfriends would pass to each other in class. You know the ones, "I think Tommy likes you." "Lisa says she is not inviting Dawn to her party."
"Oh those notes, I remember those notes," I said.
"You never saw these," she said.
"I hid these way in the back of the first drawer in my dresser."
"Yeah, you're probably right," I said.
I asked her what she was going to do with them. "Oh, well, I couldn't possibly throw those away."