Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “more than a hundred.” Write your post inspired by something you have more than a hundred of in your home right now
I don’t even have to leave my chair to answer this question or for that matter even turn my head. I’m surrounded by books and more books. Which is a blessing and a curse. I love to read and that will never be a curse but now that we’re moving there’s no way all of these books can go with us. My granddaughter counted my books one day, I think she was bored but we have over 3000 books in our home. We’re talking a lifetime of reading by two avid readers.
Talk about a reality check. One I’ve resisted for a very long time, even when my children said to me after their father died that…. I better get rid of all of my books because they don’t want to deal with it.
I didn’t appreciate the commentary then nor do I now. I found it distasteful at the time and deep down I still do. But I’m also quite pragmatic I need to downsize and my extensive library won’t fit. So the daily task of making a sell stack and a keep stack has begun.
In addition to the list of what to sell on Craig’s list and what to list in Facebook marketplace. This growing old or the golden years as we’re led to believe are special aren’t what they’re cracked up to be. It’s another misleading factor in life.
Nor do I appreciate hearing that minimalism is the best way to be. I’m sorry, but I love walking over to take a book off the shelf and opening it to a page where I’ve made a notation that comes in handy now. Or flipping open a cookbook and seeing the notation when I made a recipe for the first time and for who. Was it successful or a disaster. I don’t have that on Allrecipes.com.
Maybe those mementos mean nothing to other people but they sure mean a lot to me. But then I’m that same crazy lady that has saved every card ever given her. I have more than a hundred of them too! I love looking at them, re-reading the messages and recalling the day. Guess one could call me sentimental and others would call me a pack rat.
Although when I think of pack rat, I think of piles and piles and that’s not what you will discover in my home. Everything has a place right now but will it have in the future… I don’t know.