Just Wondering

This morning, drinking tea and endeavoring to become conscious while sitting in my writing room, as I do each day, I once more glance around at all the stuff in here. Coming too close to the end of my 7th decade, I again wonder what to do with it all. As T.S. Elliot wrote, I grow old…I grow old…” I do not, as yet, roll my pants legs, but then, my pants are not a fabric that rolls. Rather it stretches. Which is far more comfortable.

But back to “stuff.” As I may have written before, we bought this 1924 two-story house with full attic and basement, 20 years ago, give or take a year. That’s a lot of years to fill to say nothing of a lot of space. We have bookcases in each room, upstairs and down and basement. I also have a plethora of pieces of paper. I guess every writer does. The attic also has a plethora of stuff, including my son’s two large boxes of comic books, each in its plastic cover and filed by date. He’s a teacher. When I asked him why he wanted to teach 7th Grade Math, he said, “Because that’s when you can still save them.” Each late afternoon when he returns home, he grunts a hello, drops his school briefcase by the basement door and goes outside to smoke a cigar. I do not talk to him – or even see him – until dinner. His room is half of the basement (the furnace, washer and dryer fill the other half) and it, too, is filled with bookcases and books.

The folding table with the stacks of file folders and the rolling file with pieces of paper in hanging files seem to be the counters of my life here in this house. Of course, I also have my journals, stacks of them fill several bookcases.

I’m pretty sure I’ve whined about this in the past. I guess the upside is I don’t have to go to the library often to find the book I want.

Words, words, words. My house and my head are filled with words. Husband Cliff teaches philosophy. More words.

I don’t really mind it all, I just wish I could find that piece of paper I happen to be looking for.

Now that Ocean to Desert is published, and I must begin the next of my life in Mexico.

What prompted me this morning to again step into writer overwhelm when I pulled the rolling file cabinet closer to my desk, which sits in front of one of the big upstairs east windows looking out on the street, was so I could look through the files for the pieces related to Mexico. Big sigh.

So, since Cliff is finished teaching online and has gone downstairs to have lunch, I’ll stop my whining and go have lunch too. Maybe when I return, I will feel more delighted to have all this primary material…….

4 thoughts on “Just Wondering

  1. Books Books books and papers everywhere… Yep … that’s what writers like you or those who like writing like me seem to do – hoard the words.

    Wise and easy decision not to move. and Lucky you. I’m not thinking of ‘moving’ as such …. have been occupying my brother’s house next door to mine for the past 2 years. Abandoned my house when a man invaded my bedroom and I did not feel safe staying alone anymore. My brother had moved to OZ and with no next door security I moved in then with my sister and mum – 4 doors away on the other side.

    Then mum left this world. Three months later , I fell off a ladder and broke my leg. The memories in Mums room downstairs were still too fresh for me to move to. My brothers house – mostly used by nieces for their hang outs – had a convenient room downstairs for a bed ridden patient so … here we came … my sister and I – and have been here 2 years and counting.

    But she wants to move back to her home soon .. and given bedroom invaders I am loth to remain here alone so I too have to move back – 5 doors away. And I have to sort the books and papers in this house and in my house for we cannot continue to keep two houses simply locked up. Economy is in dire straits and we will have to decide to rent them or sell them, if there are takers.

    Long story just empathizing with your volumes and volumes of books and papers.
    Thank God you do not have a do or die decision . .. you can just meander along and deal with it when you can. I – I have to make a call and soon. How do you eat an elephant (if you want to ) ? One bite at a time .

    A little weary at the thought for I too … ” grow old .. growing old” and that makes the elephant look very huge and daunting. But … I shall look the sweet little fella in the eye and start …. soon.😊

    Catch up with you. Back again after a while and as usual back with you very early in my return to cyberspace. Much love.

  2. Well, my dear, you make me grateful that while we have accumulated a lot of stuff, we haven’t had to move it all. Goodness knows how a wo man from all over with a husband who grew up in Baltimore ended up in Kansas City, but we did. I think we’ve decided to stay and leave the house to son who lives with us. Simple. (more or less) Janet
    Loved hearing from you.

  3. I can relate to your “stuff.” A year after we were married, we bought a large house in Ohio. It had an attic and a basement, four large bedrooms, and lots of other space. We had very little then but two children and 27 years later when we had to move, we had a LOT of stuff. (I’m a book person too and homeschooling gave me the opportunity to get even more books.) We moved to a smaller house with a basement but no attic, three much smaller bedrooms, and not nearly as much space, so another purge, which was hampered by the onset of Covid, causing the garbage men to only take bagged items and eventually no one taking donations of any sort. Now we’re in Arizona, with no basement and no attic but thankfully a three car garage, one bay of which is storage. Here there are lots of people who use their two-car garages as an extra room and park in their driveways.

    Anyway, good to hear from you and sorry I’m late. I’ve had the post open for some time but haven’t gotten around to responding until today.


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