I am at the age that I have accumulated a lifetime of stuff. A mere sliver of it is use in my day to day existence. Two years ago, I shipped some of my stuff out to accommodate my mom and dad’s stuff- furniture, collectibles and even a crate of pictures and letters from my grandparents. I have actively incorporated the furniture, despite the painting and rearranging it required, because I am comforted by the memories of family dinners at the dining table, and I like having things my Mom loved in my house. My promise to scan and share the photos has gone dormant. I have a patch of old pictures stacked in front of me as I type- and in fact this blogging is a conscious detour from this task. I am sad to report that I am also harboring the kids’ junk. In my attic, an aquarium, extinct game systems, an array of ridiculous luggage and countless college collections of dishes and pans are stacked in corners. Those things I could divert to Purple Hearts or Amvets without a thought. But what shall I do with Mike’s framed fan letter from the Wrestling Reports on WCKG? His speech contest ribbon? Matt’s Snoopy collection? Pat’s assorted 8mm cameras? I am an unwilling archivist. I am going to share some nonsense that is in my closets and cupboards. You will think I am batty. .
The charmer below hung in the hallway in the house I lived in from ages 2-5. I could see it from my bed. When I breathed in and out, I thought the mirror’s tentacles were moving. It terrified me, and kept me awake. I kept telling Mom there was a monster on the wall, and she kept telling me I was silly. I have kept it as a symbol of how perception can be flawed, yet can terrify. I also enjoy remembering what a wuss I was, and how my sister was fearless. I hung it for a while, but the antennae are losing their gilt, and it does not match one part of my life. It does not scare me anymore- but that does not seem to be a reason to keep it stashed in the sunroom closet. Yet- it was something my parents received when they were married. Paralysis has occurred. I think I am ready to let it go.
The dude below is in our backyard- part of an assemblage of repurposed items that includes a bowling ball admired by a gryphon, a metal tree with dangling candleholders, and more mismatched pots than they sell at Wal Mart. Once upon a time he decorated the set for “It’s Too Early”, Steve’s 1983 TV experiment. Of course, in the day he was a delivery system for Jack Daniels. When the show was cancelled, he came home as a water feature. The boys could not resist the instinct to push a twig into the plumbing. Now he just holds forth in the yard, with no function- but with his own spotlight. I plan to work on the Dogpatch that is my yard this summer. He stays.
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