Happy Hoarder Day # 38 March 24, 2015
A journey into cleaning up a big pile of..... hoard
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Lot'sa Memories
A journey into cleaning up a big pile of..... hoard
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Lot'sa Memories
by Janet S. Tiger
(c) 2015 all rights reserved
On a busy day, when I have only had a few brief successes - some broken earrings, a hook for a wall - both discarded with my approval by my husband, who could not understand why I had originally asked him to save these paltry items. They take up almost no room, except in memory land.
Lot's wife was turned into a pillar of salt when she looked back - I have always wondered if maybe, just maybe, that was all her tears, dried out in the desert heat. For tears are the stepchildren of memories, left behind when you have nothing left to feel.
So I am tired today - as the memory of this last year settles in. I have a bit more time, so I think back to how far I have come in a year. How 12 measly months ago we were about to move - but had no idea where.
A memory filled with many other memories, like the Russian eggs. Fear, hope, excitement. Worry, anticipation.....and a big healthy dose of - how the hell am I gonna move all this junk?
Yet, here I am, a year later, in a place I love, with - and this is a friend's estimate, not mine - 95 % less stuff. Do these memories take up too much room? Should I let go of these memories? Is there a collection service - Veterans of Recycled Memories? - that will come and get these old feelings?
Will letting them go give me more space in my mind....in my heart?
And - most important - are they tax deductible? (If anyone has an answer, please let me know...April 15th is almost here!)
Lot's wife was turned into a pillar of salt when she looked back - I have always wondered if maybe, just maybe, that was all her tears, dried out in the desert heat. For tears are the stepchildren of memories, left behind when you have nothing left to feel.
So I am tired today - as the memory of this last year settles in. I have a bit more time, so I think back to how far I have come in a year. How 12 measly months ago we were about to move - but had no idea where.
A memory filled with many other memories, like the Russian eggs. Fear, hope, excitement. Worry, anticipation.....and a big healthy dose of - how the hell am I gonna move all this junk?
Yet, here I am, a year later, in a place I love, with - and this is a friend's estimate, not mine - 95 % less stuff. Do these memories take up too much room? Should I let go of these memories? Is there a collection service - Veterans of Recycled Memories? - that will come and get these old feelings?
Will letting them go give me more space in my mind....in my heart?
And - most important - are they tax deductible? (If anyone has an answer, please let me know...April 15th is almost here!)
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Janet S. Tiger 858-736-6315
JanetSTigerMonologueMania.blogspot.com
Member Dramatists Guild since 1983
Playwright-in-Residence
Swedenborg Hall 2006-8
Lots of good and beautiful lines here such as, "For tears are the stepchildren of memories, left behind when you have nothing left to feel."
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