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08 March 2015 @ 09:35 pm
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We had to have mom's old place cleaned out by today.

Yeah.

I have abandoned boxes of conversational language books, french, spanish, russian. Gardening never stood a chance. Himself and I had a huge argument about cookie sheets.

I'm done. Toast. Surely I have left behind the treasure of the Sierra Madre, but I just can't anymore.

Do not hoard. Someone will have to cull and discard when you are gone.

*looks at yarn stash*

*cries*

OTOH, I have rescued the silver backed brushes, comb and mirror that were given to my mother's mother on the occasion of her wedding. Now, what do I DO with them?

ETA: $29 buy it now on ebay. Why did I kill myself over this stuff?
 
 
Fighting Crime with a Giant Dandelion Since 2013: Libellula juliapameladean on March 9th, 2015 03:37 am (UTC)
Stuff isn't just stuff. It is very hard to make it just stuff in your head long enough to treat it like just stuff. It is all full of association and memory. Hoarders take this to extremes, but it's human to have these feelings to some degree or another.

P.
Mabiana: Krokussemabiana on March 10th, 2015 06:12 pm (UTC)
My mother keeps saying that, and that she threw this out and that and this too so I wouldn't be burdened with so much stuff to clean out after she is gone... I hate it when she says that, because I don't want to think about that and think while she is still alive she should enjoy her stuff, but I have to admit that I'll probably be very very grateful one day.