Stuff

Be careful about buying stuff or accepting stuff. I suggest this because I am becoming gray haired, and there’s no place else to put all these things I’ve acquired over the years. Don’t buy me any stuff, please. Alot of the stuff I have, I bought. A lot I didn’t. Either way, it takes up space and because what I haven’t already thrown away has memories attached, I keep it.

I have old stuff. Like the little pink ceramic cradle my dad gave my mom when I was born, in the last century. I have congratulatory stuff, like the courtesy trophy I won for being nice to bus drivers and cafeteria ladies in high school. I have pictures of relatives who were born in the century before the one I was born in. I have boxes full of stuff I wrote here and there. I have the black velvet dress with the oriental writing that Bake brought me when he served in the Navy in Vietnam. I have phony flowers and a phony otter statue that commemorates my first novel. I have more jewelry than one woman could wear in a lifetime. I have hurricane lanterns just in case the lights go out, which they haven’t in a real long time. I have trinkets kids gave me when I was a teacher. I have pillows I saved for company, left from the ones I gave away to immigrants. I have an inukshuk we brought home from our trip to Alaska, and you probably don’t even know or care what that is. My hutch is overflowing with china, crystal glasses, blown glass and tea cups. I even have the ashes of a dog I loved in a box with her picture on it.

Some stuff I’ve thrown away. Like my wedding dress, yellowed with age. I think I threw away about forty tons of old clothes and shoes. I threw away my tennis racquet since I can’t run on phony knees, and the shoe skates I bought with my first babysitting money, for the same reason. I’ve thrown away great loads of writing I thought was so good at the time. I’ve donated a whole library full of books. And that’s only counting my stuff. If I get started on Bake’s, this will be a tome instead of a blog. (Boxes and boxes of cds, just sayin’)

Now you may wonder why I even bring this up. Well, there’s the dusting and washing. But that’s not the lion’s part. One of these days I’m headed for heaven. After that, I can envision our Laura, holding up my Helen Keller/Annie Sullvian hands figure to the tune of “What in the …. is this?” I can see our John toss my little angel from Chewy into the dumpster without a thought. I can watch Maryann hoard fishing poles and delve into the myriad of journals in my study looking for the gold that I’m not sure is there.

Gosh, maybe stuff’s not that bad. Maybe that exercise will be good for my progeny, or at least a lesson in not procuring stuff.

2 thoughts on “Stuff

  1. Oh dear.

    May I suggest you move. Anywhere.

    Then again.

    And again.

    Then let us know if “three moves are as good as a fire.”

    Dave

    Dave Parks

    Virus-free. http://www.avast.com

    On Fri, Aug 13, 2021 at 10:42 AM Jane Carlile Baker wrote:

    > Jane Carlile Baker posted: ” Be careful about buying stuff or accepting > stuff. I suggest this because I am becoming gray haired, and there’s no > place else to put all these things I’ve acquired over the years. Don’t buy > me any stuff, please. Alot of the stuff I have, I bought. A lot ” >

    • Nope, can’t leave my roses.

      On Fri, Aug 13, 2021, 9:30 AM Jane Carlile Baker wrote:

      > Respond to this comment by replying above this line > New comment on Jane Carlile Baker > > * profparks > > commented on Stuff * > > Be careful about buying stuff or accepting stuff. I suggest this because I > am becoming gray haired, and there’s no place else … > > Oh dear. > > May I suggest you move. Anywhere. > > Then again. > > And again. > > Then let us know if “three moves are as good as a fire.” > > Dave > > Dave Parks > > – > > Virus-free. http://www.avast.com > >

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