As you can see by this picture of my working area, I'm not a
neatnik. Clutter doesn't bother me like it does some people. In fact, I can't
work in a pristine environment. I have no idea what that says about me, but I
just know it's true.
I'm a collector. We're moving in a few weeks and I've
decided it's time to pare down a little. For years I've been asking my kids to
tell me what they want when I'm gone. I guess they don't want to think about
that and they've steadfastly refused to give me instructions, preferences, or
even hints.
We're talking about the Hummels that my mother-in-law gave
me, the Christmas plates my good friends and former employers sent me for ten
years, my pewter collection, the crystal my mother bought on a trip to Venice,
and other treasures.
The impending move threatens to cost us more than we'll be
reimbursed. For years our moves were corporate, and fully funded. This one is
not. So I'm giving more thought to exactly what I want to move.
I broke down and took some pictures so I could post some of
my things on Craigslist. However, I first sent the photos to the kids to see if
they wanted any of the "stuff". Guess what? It all went to good
homes. The kids decided to claim it all, rather than let it go outside the
family. I have the best kids in the world! I guess I don't have to die to get
my things dispersed, after all.
I've even gotten rid of a few books. Not enough, by my
husband's standards, but I can't let go of my books! Now if I could just figure
out how to move my office stacks intact.
