Wife/Mother/Worker/Spy - Weighed Down by All the Memories - NYTimes.com
ARK! I am NOT a hoarder...I'm a conserver. So there. Great article for us boomers who refuse to acknowledge that the past ever ends...it always just lingers on...and on... with all the trappings that give it real life! So the real solution is to take digital pix of all excess. If necessary do a VR 360ยบ roundabout of it. There, except for touching, you've got it in your hot little hands...or at least within hands' reach!
Like my Dad's old army campaign desk. It's wonderful. I keep thinking I'll save it for when I get a tiny place (this time) in the countryside.
I'm going to quote liberally from a email I just sent to a couple of friends.
"Barb, I just now saw this...it's hysterical! i love it. You see, when I brought my Mom's stuff back [from Los Angeles] in that poor pregnant 20-ft container bulging...I put a great deal of it of course into the quinta [muse] house with all that huge living room and dining room space, plus the three bedrooms upstairs...AND the extra big long room I rented from the lady in the quinta house that you can see straight ahead when you look down the lane —to absorb that which was obviously NOT going to fit into the house!
Then it was to Chaclacayo! LOTS of room with the big house with that long "galeria" facing onto the garden with the one extra bedroom deposito, plus the real outhouse deposito with loads of room, AND my wonderful big office! Hoarder Heaven!! but of course, I am NOT a Hoarder! I'm just a muley conservatris, she says with a smug smile. "
Er, all the previous post due to the fact I'm moving, packingpackingpacking with far too much STUFF!
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