For What it’s Worth — by L.E. Murphy e ings We Keep, and Why
for so many reasons beginning with stuff. We are all attached to our stuff. I don’t know what it is about the need to hoard photographs, newspaper clippings, books that will never gain be read, recipes that will never be made and clothing which as all women know, most of us don’t wear. Since I hadn’t planned ahead for the move, and I was still incapacitated physically, (and some might argue mentally) most of my things were packed and unpacked in a house that is much smaller than my original house. The point is this: If you are even so much as contemplating a move, do yourself a favor and start going through your “stuff ” as soon as possible. Most of it is unnecessary, much of it is sentimental, and a large portion at least for me, turned out to be things I purchased on impulse that I have never used and have no intention of using. Case in point, Boxes of modeling clay. Why, you might ask, would I want to have modeling clay? Because thirty years ago I took a sculpting class and my one and only piece turned out pretty well. I decided I was someday going to be a famous sculptor and make a living selling my art. I guess I don’t have to tell you how that turned out. How about the box of loose crystals I bought at a garage sale with visions of stringing them and hanging them in my windows. Or the patterns I purchased along with fabric when I once decided I was going to learn how to sew and make my own clothing. Then there’s the boxes full of macrame material because I once had a macrame hanging basket that I was certain I would make for every window in my house. There are full dresser drawers of my children’s drawings, cards, letters and art work that I have saved over the years to give to them as a wonderful surprise. The dog crate I found on the sidewalk which was up for grabs that found its way into my car in case I ever decided to get another dog. The list goes on and on, and it is embarrassing and downright stupid. The only thing that is really worth saving can probably fit into one room. How did this happen, I wondered? And
F or those of you who have taken the time to inquire as to my recovery from ankle surgery, I appreciate your kind wishes, and yes, I am much better! Unfortunately, I have decided my leg looked better with the full boot cast on than it does without it, but that’s a story for another day, lol. Many of you also know that my stumble on the bottom step of my home caused the ankle fracture, and that I made an executive decision to sell my house and buy a one story home all the while I was laid up in an assisted living facility. Thankfully, it was
“You might be surprised to discover that your younger self is no longer in step with the person you are today.”
the right move. Impulsive, yes, but fortunately, I am moved in and happy. However, I would like to share some things I have learned in the process. Moving is only secondary to illness or divorce in my opinion. The stress that is involved is ongoing
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