I don’t want to steal Magpie’s thunder: We are to be treated by him to a session in decluttering.
Despite appearances to the opposite I like order, at least as interludes in between chaos, and my mind suffers if I don’t know where to find things. The last few days have been turmoil. Nearly thirty years ago I bought a Bambi; no, not the little orphaned deer but a tiny stapler. It’s red (I refuse to refer to it in the past). It is now nowhere to be found. Unfortunately I have tendency to become obsessive and will not give up – though I know full well that whilst wading through three years’ worth of paper cuttings in the last few weeks little Bambi will – no doubt – have fallen into waste paper basket – contents now disposed of. Can I leave it be? Is it possible to go and buy, at 2.99, another Bambi (different shape and grey)? No, I can’t and yes it is. Instead of which I have turned our flat inside out; I even took the sofa apart (which made me vacuum the hidden parts). I found many things alas no Bambi. Let’s assume – for sake of argument – that I (since I don’t like my LARGE stapler) go and buy a new, if grey, Bambi and I bet my bottom Dollar that no sooner will I have ripped package open (red) Bambi will reappear.
One can build a whole philosophy and outlook on life on the above if one were so inclined. Instead of which I keep looking and decluttering as I go along.
Other than that am in stinking foul mood as to the obscene idiocy of my fellow human beings. There is not a bucket large enough to catch my tears. Am now in two minds what to do. Shall I turn my worst critical self towards the uncomprehending or enjoy the hermit’s nest? This is where you have to hand to teachers: Hope over the elusive. Let’s leave it there lest I make further enemies.
That’s why I love our den (top floor with a view).
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When that happens to me I use it as a sign it’s time to start mucking things out. And if the item isn’t expensive I buy a new one, knowing full well the lost one won’t appear until I do.
Comment by Cheerful Monk — January 12, 2011 @ 22:06 |
My metal yard stick disappeared 15 years ago. It couldn’t have fallen into the waste paper basket without notice. The only place it could be, not searched is behind the cabinets in Tom’s shop. I plan to rip out the cabinets & get it someday.
Comment by bikehikebabe — January 12, 2011 @ 22:17 |
ME? De clutter?
Of course Red Bambi will appear…. Magpie’s Law of Sheer Bloody Minded Objects….
Comment by Magpie 11 — January 13, 2011 @ 15:47 |
sign me up
Comment by katie — January 15, 2011 @ 08:39 |