Stuff

Have you ever strolled through your home looking at all the stuff you have accumulated through the years? Amazing, isn't it?

I spent Saturday pressure-washing my deck to ready it for my daughter's graduation get-together at the house. I guess this was a reality check for me. The most labor intense part of the job was moving everything OFF the deck before I could start! Now granted, most of the stuff were plants of varying sizes and types, but there was a bunch of 'em! Now all of this stuff had to be stored somewhere, while I did the water job.....so I set everything in the carport for easy transporting when it was done. What a mess! It was worse than a rat maze trying to get to the stuff that I needed during the project.

Inside my carport is a storage area with even more stuff. Tools, garden implements of mass production, old nuts and bolts from stuff that is no longer functional or even existent in the home. You never know when you're gonna need a 9" rusty bolt, huh? And then there are the endless bags and packets of seeds.....collections from plants I want to replant in future years....most of which I don't even know what they are or where they came from. But you never know when that one blackberry iris seed will come in handy.

The difficulty in having too much stuff is knowing you have it when you need it, but not knowing where to find it when the need arises. I'm sitting in my little space looking at all the stuff just in this small piece of real estate....old 1/4" floppy disks, old invoices, pieces of junk mail that could have already made it to the garbage can (which sits within a foot of the pile of junk), coffee cups full of pencils & pens, cds, books, invitations and old phone books from a previous residence five years ago.

So what's the point of all this? I don't have a clue! I woke up at 1:30 AM today because one of our bazillion cats (yea, I count them as stuff) just had to be let out so he could make sure nothing had changed since the sun went down and the storms moved through. I have a daughter and her friend crashed in the living room so I can't lay down on the sofa when I'm done ranting about stuff....nothing much else to do but look at stuff.

I think I'll go find a closet to see if I can find any stuff......