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I feel British Petroleum’s pain. No, seriously, (sorta) I do. Because here in the Boonies, we, too, are in the midst of a massive cleanup effort. It is in the bedroom of one of my dear children. And today, that child is working on the closet. And by faith, I believe this child may someday emerge from the black hole in this child’s bedroom, coming out of the closet as it were, a victorious conqueror. For a day or two, at least, this child may experience the beauties of an ordered bedroom.
Clean-up efforts began yesterday. See, I need to order curriculum for my kids’ schooling next year. Which means I need to get my homeschool room in order to receive said curriculum. But I have kids who can take a book OFF of an organized bookshelf, yet they can’t seem to get said book returned TO that bookshelf. So, by the end of the school year, one particular shelf is mostly empty, and all those books must be rounded up from the far corners of the house, so that I know what I have, so that I can know what I need to order.
But unearthing those books, especially from the bedroom of one of my kids in particular? Oh, well, that’s quite a challenge. So, just like BP…the cleanup efforts continue, and unfortunately for my little “Gulf”, at this point, there is no end in sight…..
The stuff goes into our homes. We acquire the stuff, because the old stuff wears out, or becomes obsolete, or out of style, or we outgrow it, or it breaks down. But the getting rid of the stuff: ah, how I hate that part. De-stuffing is kind of like breaking up: it’s so very hard to do. When we moved to the Boonies, our friend Steve volunteered to loan us his trailer, that we could fill with our stuff, and he also volunteered to drive it to the dump for us, because he is a prince among men. And do you know how much stuff he hauled away from our old home, that we had inhabited for 16 years? The people at the dump, who weighed our stuff, told him he had brought to them over 2000 lbs. of stuff!!! That’s a literal ton of stuff! I lost 2000 lbs. and not one of my friends noticed. People can be so oblivious, can’t they? But, it’s because they are involved in their own stuff. How they can acquire more of it, new stuff, better stuff. But, one day, SOMEBODY is going to have to figure out what to do with all YOUR stuff when you leave this planet, so why not do that person a favor, and go ahead and lose a ton or two of your stuff while you can? And then you can feel miserable and overwhelmed, just like I do, as you face your own mountain of stuff.
Tell me I’m going to be really glad I did this.