Sometimes, no matter how much we love someone, it is hard to share things with them, Mi, simply because we know for sure what their reaction will be. And thus a lot of things are left unsaid. I mean, what a dilemma when caught between […]
Memories from another day . . .
So as I told you the other day, Mi, I’ve started to tackle The Boxes. Hopefully I will keep up the pace and then move on to The Cream Cupboard followed by The Bookshelves. The dream of that wall-to-wall bookshelf in your room is alive and well!
But you know, Life does get in the way all the time. I propose, and I dispose. Talk about being self-made, eh? Sigh.
Of course you know I’ve managed to clear out three shelves of The Cream Cupboard (considering that I am taking forever to check this off my to-do list, it deserves title case, don’t you think!). I proudly house part of my wardrobe in that space. the bottom two shelves have stuff that needs to be sorted out still. I suspect that I don’t need much of it. But you know how that stupid “just in case” mentality works out. Yuck.
Sometimes I loathe myself for keeping stuff. I keep myself motivated by the thought of yet another birthday looming up over the horizon. And well, who gets younger, eh? Maybe I will, once I’ve gotten rid of all the stuff I keep rent-free, and have not needed for years!
Decluttering ain’t easy! I shudder to think of tackling the garage. I did pay it the cursory visit last month. I was recollecting how you and I went down one day–you, fully determined to clear out stuff, and me, happy for the support. To think those days we opened and shut the garage six times a day! Yipes! Remember how we called the cleaner and removed boxes and boxes of magazines and other stuff?
Sometimes I wonder why it hasn’t been easy to maintain that space. But you know how it is. Anything extra we don’t know what to do with, is simply moved to the garage to deal with at a later date. That date, of course, is always far off. But now, I am determined to clear it out. Perhaps it is also time to get the walls repaired. Many people got their garages renovated, but we didn’t, as it didn’t seem to need it at that point. So now I am telling myself, let the monsoon pass.
I recall those days when we imagined setting up a library that would double up as a tuition class. Pipe dreams . . . never a dearth of those.
Somehow, clearing out the kitchen attic keeps getting postponed. It has been a while and sometimes I fear I might forget what’s in those boxes.
Good news, though, is I got an opportunity to clear out the linen cupboard as well as our wardrobes to donate to the Kerala flood relief along with groceries and other supplies. So heart-breaking to see entire towns washed away. Nobody can predict or handle Mother Nature’s fury . . . but this time around, the devastation has been terrible. I am doing what I can. Sigh.
I am conscious, on a daily basis, how important it is to live in the moment. Sometimes it is so hard because we humans are so great about lugging our emotional baggage along; it drags us down, yet we don’t care and often prefer to pull it along. I like to think I am getting better at letting it all go . . . but old habits, Mi. Old habits.
Talking of thens-and-nows, the last time I travelled on 8th Main and passed the church, our old friend wasn’t there, Mi. Of course I freaked out a little wondering where he was. It has been raining, so perhaps he had moved to the bus stop shelter on the other side? However, there was no sign of him there, either. I am hoping he got a spot in the church. I really don’t want to think of the worst thing that could have happened. It is amazing to think how he has survived all these years living on the footpath. Sigh. At least we made a tiny difference in his life–or so I’d like to think. Odd now to recall how families attached themselves to him from time to time and then moved off. Makes me think of him as a catalyst.
Well I do hope I spot him next time I go down that road.
By the way I am all excited about a new place I am hoping to associate with, kindly referred to me in conversation by L’s mom. With SS rather nicely settled now, I thought I’d channel my energies and resources towards this one. Planning to talk to the person today and then go over. Let’s see how that goes.
Remember how I used to gaze at that photo of the kid in the Reader’s Digest? Somehow these kids reminded me of that. Perhaps that was a defining moment for me–if only because the photo is imprinted in my mind. I smile to think how Gopmama flung the mag into the attic just to stop me from crying uncontrollably when I saw the pic. It was almost like my favorite timepass–pick up the mag, find the page, settle it on the edge of the bed, or the table, rest my elbows on either side of the magazine and build up to a good long sob sob sob. Later you all recognized the signs as soon as you saw my lower lip trembling as my eyes filled with tears–and swooped down on me, whipping the mag away!
Well. What can I say? I have my attachments!