My days off are exhausting……
The kitchen re-do is coming to a close. I finished painting and cleaning, cleaning and painting….
What is it about getting emotionally attached to objects? I am really trying to commit to downsizing, how many wine glasses do I need….or plates, or lids that have no matching tubs to go with them?
Growing pains don’t necessarily mean getting bigger, in my case it means discarding crap! The emotional roller coaster that goes along with deciding which material belongings have what it takes to be worthy of my time to dust, which is a rare occurence is painful, brutal and exhilarating all at the same time. I am not sure why we place importance on material things, or why I find it so hard to discard meaningless baubles that clutter my existence. We tend to associate our memories with objects to somehow validate that they happened…..I know I attended 20 Wine Festivals do I need to commemorate each one with a cheap glass to prove I was there?
De-cluttering is therapeutic , filling garbage bags is cleansing in more ways than one….I wonder if I form these attachments because I don’t have a lot of material things from my childhood or family heirlooms. I have but a mere small collection of my Grandmother and Mother’s glassware, hardly enough to fill a shelf in a china cabinet. So I find it hard to let go of things that represent milestones or memories….the objects prove I lived…..
Progress made I eliminated the clutter…………...Glasses of the Masses!!
So here are some after pics of the kitchen AC (after clutter)………
When I look back on my childhood there isn’t a treasure trove of memories that flood my mind, only small tidbits that at the time seemed unworthy to take up prime real estate in the recollection part of my brain. For some reason today I was reminded of these little clips of my past that have somehow defined who I am. The small insignificant moments that somehow chartered our course, sometimes leading us to better things and sometimes altering our destiny. Just an innocent comment made in jest, a misconstrued action by someone you held in high regard can ultimately define how we live our lives. This made me wonder……. I am sure the little things that stand out in my past that effected me somehow don’t show up on the originator’s radar, but have I ever said or did something that has given pause to someone else’s life course? I hope not in a bad way, it did make me very aware that we must be more thoughtful of the content we put forth to one another.
On Another Note
The Little Things……
I have come to realize that life is not really all the big milestone’s we celebrate but the journey that gets us there. Recently I was channel surfing and happened upon the Beauty And The Beast movie, wow did it put me right back to when my kids were small. All I could think about was three freshly bathed kids in onsies laying on the floor entranced by all the Disney wonder. I could actually smell there shampoo it was so vivid of a memory. I had that happen today as I was piddling in my yard, the smell of the Iris, the fresh cut grass, the pink rose that came from my Mom’s yard that just opened all had me reeling back to when I was five. My senses seemed on overload for some reason, as I opened my sunscreen all I think about was my Mom’s Coppertone she used that stuff in earnest. It’s funny how a simple smell can transport you back in time and have you remember such mundane fragments of our lives. But it’s funny I don’t really remember the bigger events, I couldn’t tell you what I did on my birthdays or what I got most Christmases, I do however remember my red galoshes, walking in the wet grass barefoot, my Dad teaching me to fix a broken shear pin on a boat motor, my Mom’s green old fashioned one piece bathing suit, the smell of the Stuffing she made every Thanksgiving, being afraid to swim in our pool after watching Jaws, being devastated every time we moved, and new school supplies every September. These quirky things are my story, the lining that ties it all together. I wonder what my kids will remember? Hopefully they carry with them their history and take the time to enjoy all the little things that eventually become the big things…..
Friends, Family, Neighbors, ascended from near and far this past weekend to bid fair the well to my oldest who is once again setting his sights on the west coast! To send him off in Willey Road style we had a Nerd send off party. With a tech savvy theme all were dressed in the best nerd attire some with a Trekky vibe. I was so impressed with how everyone ran with the idea, I almost believe some were wishing they could dress like this all the time, feeling very comfortable in their new skin!
Here on Willey Road we live and breathe the community milestones, many of us have raised our children together, celebrated birthdays, weddings, graduations and sadly mourned our losses, but we have done it together. The saying “It Takes a Village” is alive and well here on our little cul-de-sac. All who have lived here seem to find their way back home eventually if only for a little while.
So off you go Nick….God speed , we know you will take Willey Road with you in your travels…..