Full House
My house is full. I mean really, really full.
There’s my stuff, my husband’s stuff, all the stuff my three kids don’t want or need right now (but might someday), stuff from when my father-in-law died, stuff from when my mother-in-law died three years later and now, since 2022, stuff I have to clear out of my parents’ houses. That’s right, HOUSES plural.
I am fortunate – my house is not tiny. But it’s not enormous either. And it’s not a magic house – it can’t keep absorbing stuff forever.
I know, I know, I need to listen to Marie Kondo and get rid of everything that doesn’t “bring me joy”.
Except here’s the thing. Even Marie Kondo can’t do that. It turns out that, since having her third child, she sort of figured out that real life is messy. And kids need a lot of stuff. Who knew LOL.
It can be really hard to get rid of things that are family heirlooms whether you are actively using them or not. It turns out it’s even harder to get rid of objects that have actual resale value. I have many, many items that would fetch real money if they caught the eye of the right collector. I can’t bring myself to just shlep those down to the local Goodwill. And frankly, the thought of navigating Ebay or Poshmark or Etsy or the rest of them is exhausting and intimidating. Not to mention time consuming.
So, I guess, despite the best advice from my favorite unnamed supreme being, I’ll just be getting more creative with my closets.
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From The Garden
If you look really, really closely you can see the red bits of the Rhubarb starting to shoot up. It’s cute how small and inoffensive it looks before it gets completely out of control in July. Small animals disappear. Pretty sure it eats them.
