
Collector of Bunnies (Dust)?
Every once in a while the clutter of daily life, compounded by the dust and grit of open-windowed life, mounts up to a level that a general clean-up is called for, especially if you have a need to get to the front door of your apartment.
While it would be nice if this general clean-up also included closets, closets seem kind of spring-like, not appropriate for a humid mid-summer attack (which tends towards the front and center.)
A clean-up day can’t help but raise the question of why you/I/all of us have so much stuff. Stuff needs to be put places (hopefully out of sight). Worse yet is the way the stuff itself collects stuff, stuff that seems to be almost its anagram–not ffuts – but tufts (of dust), fluffs (of dust), dust must dust.
There is an article in the New York Times today called “But Will It Make You Happy?”, which focuses on a movement of people who divest themselves, narrowing themselves down to approximately 100 items; people who have purposely whittled down their income too, and who, in the process, have magnified their available time and general contentment.
I would very much like to get myself to be like these people.
I notice, however, that couple described by the article does not have children.
Children certainly bring happiness. They also inspire accumulation. Even parents who never bought absolutely goofy things like baby wipe warmers (honestly!) may find themselves with:
Both store-bought and handmade (that is, child-made) books about bunnies.
Beloved stacks of bath-tub matted paperbacks.
Many Harry Potters.
Old photographs, videos, year books, diaries, school reports, papers, programs, TROPHIES, paintings, really really favored stuffed animals.
An old computer whose files were never downloaded.
Soccer balls, cleats, sleeping bag pads, never-opened bottles of bug dope, text books.
Even when children are grown – the extra pjs for when they come to visit and don’t bring any; the extra sweaters because it may be cold on that visit; those dress shoes that in a pinch (despite the pinch)–
So I suppose some of that could go—
But as for whittling income down by means other than spending it….
On the other hand, when one has children, more non-job time is even more priceless. And too, a simpler, less consumption-filled life–
Still too hot to go after the closets.
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