Thursday - 02/11/2021 — I’m still thinking about what I posted yesterday. It’s not too late. I truly do have a lot of time on my hands. After all, the memoirs classes I’m teaching online take only a few hours here and there. I just about have all my tax info collected. I’ve come to terms with the dust collecting on everything—I’ll so something about that later. Much later.
So, even though I’ve been paring down the collection of THINGS in my house over the past few years, it’s time for another go-around. You wouldn’t believe the number of raggedy old towels I’ve saved just in case I ever need more cat-bed padding or some cleaning rags [HA! see sentence above about the dust accumulation]. And I have an entire file cabinet in my garage filled with … um … I can’t even remember what’s in there, and there are too many things piled in front of it for me even to open the drawers.
Embarrassing. But then again, I’ve tried in all these years I’ve been sharing my stories (my memoirs) with you to be open about what’s going on in my life. And right now, the volume of stuff is beginning to get to me.
A friend of mine told me recently that her father never threw anything out. So, when it came time for her to clean out his house, it was an almost insurmountable task. I don’t ever want to do that to my daughter. I promise, Veronica, that the towels will be gone and the file cabinet will be emptied sometime in the next—oh—thirty years or so.
After all, I plan to be around till I’m 104.
This waas great to read