Bob and I are doing our annual clearing out of junk. He calls it junk, I call it collections. Since my husband is a C.R.S. we refer to him as the expert.You may be wondering what that stands for....Clutter Reduction Specialist. Now I usually decorate for the season and not the holiday.(with a few exceptions). Hence, with winter over, (Im being sarcastic here)...today is a good day to put away the snowmen collection and bring out the Spring and birdhouse collection. While putting the boxes in the closet, I find this bin of stuff not belonging to me. Hmmm, looking through it I figure out who it belongs to (a son). Since it is a thrown in mess and Im in the mood, I organize it to be more ...well organized. Im throwing out a thumb tack that pokes my finger (I dont need another infection) and a plastic dixie cup that is cracked beyond use. Cant imagine said son has an emotional attachment to them. The rest of the items (minus the two work shirts and 6 muscle magazines) are taking me down memory lane so much that I can almost cry from the good times they evoke. A time of fun filled days in elementary and high school. Yearbooks, uniforms, team baseballs he hit a home run with, sports awards, framed pictures of his grandpa, nieces and a few birthday cards that he has received from 2 very important people in his life :) Things for my son to keep and cherish after 15 years out of school. I suppose that he thinks this is a safe place. For that reason I will put the well organized bin back in the closet until such time my son comes to get it, if ever.
Posted on: Sun, 30 Mar 2014 16:49:32 +0000