I WROTE about having too much stuff. Every room is littered with it and the garage has a life of its own when it comes to creating it.
Empty it one week and a few days later it will again be full of stuff.
Maybe there is a Stuff Fairy? The Tooth Fairy leaves a coin under a child’s pillow and the Stuff Fairy fills up uncluttered places with a wave of her wand.
Ah look, she says. He’s cleared that space and now has enough room to swing a cat. Better fill it up again or he’ll feel deprived. At least the cat likes the Stuff Fairy.
My sentiments struck a chord with Elsie M Eva.
“Like you, I have far too much ‘stuff’ in my house. It would be far too painful to throw away many things that I have accumulated over the years, especially the two big boxes of photographs.”
She even wrote a poem about it:
The photographs crammed in the drawer are part of me, yet something more.
I waste an hour, well, maybe two, supposedly just sorting through.
A record of my life is here: All memories that I hold dear.
Those school groups - oh, so innocent, Our hopes and dreams so valiant.
The days when life was beautiful and anything was possible.
Bright hopes for what would surely be, no thoughts of mediocrity.
Our bosom pals, our life-long mates, the lads we met on teenage dates.
And when I'm gone, I have no doubt, someone will simply chuck them out!
