Water Play

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Joy magnet!

Each morning as I sleepily sip my first cup of coffee, I gaze out the window and see who is interacting with the fountain.

This week, on different days:

I saw middle school children traveling in a pack, like they do. One of them had an umbrella and held it upside-down to hold some fountain water in its bowl and then threw the water at his friends. He, he. The rascal.

Dogs like to stop for a drink during the hot weather. The toy Chihuahua delicately moves her muzzle to the edge of the rock border, and backs up quickly if the fountain splashes her feet. The Husky takes bites of water from the cascade and looks about to lay down in the largest puddle before he gets dragged away by his owner, who is probably thinking how much work a wet dog will be at home.

One day there was a toddler, barely able to walk upright, who put her hand in the cascade. Then she withdrew it as she shrieked with delight, looking up at her mother. Then tentatively, she put her hand back in the flow, a little longer this time. Then shrieked again and looked at her mom. Repeat four or five times before she lost her balance and sat down abruptly and got distracted by some nearby flowers.

One day the fountain was dry. I don’t know if it was broken or turned off for maintenance. It must have looked like a short mountain to the young boy waiting for his bus. He scaled it. He came down in three steps. He scaled it again, looking around the park from this new vantage point. He jumped down in two steps, teetered a bit and caught his balance. He scaled it again. Then the bus came.

And the birds! They wait in the nearby trees for their turn and avoid the main bubbling faucets. They splash and bath in the puddles near the ground and as soon as a person or dog approaches, they retreat to the branches.

It is a lovely way to start the day.

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Practical Advice to Deal with a Stash

Dial soap

My mom’s favorite soap, in her favorite quantity.

Sometimes when people find out that I am a minimalist, they will confess their secret stash to me….and why they can’t let go of it….and why it is a burden. It is an oddly human trait to share the details of one of our behaviors that we are uncomfortable with, with another human that we perceive has mastered the difficulty. I do it myself. I guess I am hoping for a magic wand or insights to help me find some resolution.

If you are concerned that you are hoarding one or two categories of items, [doesn’t matter if it is logo T-shirts, spaghetti sauce, paperback novels, Dial soap, school/office supplies, automobile parts] ask yourself the following questions:

Are these items part of a business that is a going concern? Is it making money or likely to make money in the near future?* Then keep said items. And best of luck in your entrepreneurial endeavor.

Do you use these items in your daily life? Will you use them up, wear them out before your next move? It doesn’t matter if your next move is to the college dorm or the assisted living center.

Is there a better use for the space they/it is taking up? (In a recent conversation with a friend who was slowly divesting her home of the objects that no one in the family wanted which had belonged to her decades deceased mother, she shared that though it was painful to get rid of her mother’s pump organ, it made room for her grandson’s crib, who lives with her. Well done!)

Imagine that you are going to live to 100 years. Will you be able to use up the stash at your current rate of use? I first asked this question of my mother, when I discovered her Dial soap stash fifteen years ago. She considered the answer, and stopped buying soap when it was on sale. Today, she still has a prodigious stash of greater than fifty bars, which will be enough if she does live to 100. Another friend, who is an artist, confessed his stash of art supplies to me. I asked him this question, and he clearly could see that he had more materials than he could use in his lifetime and donated many supplies to a non-profit that works with disadvantaged children. Win-win! Another friend acknowledged that despite her active readership of more than a book a week, she had more books in her home then she could consume before her 99th birthday. And, she noted, “They keep publishing interesting books every year!” This insight allowed her to let go of many books that were just marginally interesting to her. They were donated to her church, library and a local assisted living facility. Again–Win-win!

In preparing this post, I reviewed my own possessions and noted that I have fifteen manila mailing envelopes, and I use one or two per year. That is seven year’s worth. Will I move before then? Maybe. Will I be 100 before then? No. Are they taking up valuable space? No, not really–they are pretty thin. So I will keep them for a bit and see if I find someone who can use them.

What about you? Are you hoarding anything? How do you decide to keep or toss items?

  • For tax purposes, the United States government will allow four years of losses for a farm, but if it does not produce income in one out of five years, it is designated a “hobby farm” and the tax write-offs are greatly reduced. If your business isn’t making a profit in one of five years, you may consider it a hobby.

Creating Memory Boxes

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Choosing the box is the second to last step.

Creating a memory box for oneself or a family member or friend has steps similar to decluttering. We will gather the memorabilia, sort through it and keep only the best of the best. Let’s begin with your personal memory box first.

  1. Gather the memorabilia together in one place. Search the attic and basement and bookshelves and under your bed for the baby toys, theatre tickets, yearbooks, jewelry, science awards, whatever it is you are storing because its only purpose is to jog your memory or document your existence.
  2. Sort through with several thoughts in mind. First, could this item be put to use? Say it is Aunt Edna’s teacup and saucer and you don’t drink tea. Could you plant an herb in it and put it on the windowsill? Put it on your dresser to catch your loose change and keys? Be creative and see if you can put the beloved item to use. When I was a child, it was a thing to have baby shoes bronzed and turned into bookends. No need to go that far, but you can poke around on Pinterest for ideas of creative repurposing.      Second, could one object represent a group of them? The trophy you got for first place with your best time ever in the breast stroke to represent all 112 ribbons and medals that you accumulated over the years?        Third, does this object represent only happy memories? Only sad or angry ones? Or a mix? If happy ones only, put your object in the keep pile. If the object elicits only bad feelings, consider letting it go. Life is difficult enough without giving ourselves an unexpected jolt of nastiness every time we bump into the object again. Long ago, I worked for an attorney who represented a man who had been brutally beaten by the police. The blood-stained clothing he wore that night were in a box in my file cabinet. Every time I opened that drawer and saw the box of bloody clothes, I felt fear and anger and a general dis-ease with humanity. Are you keeping an “evidence box” in your house? Can you let it go? If the object elicits a mix of feelings, hang onto it. We’ll talk about those later.
  3. Regarding the objects in the let go pile–is there anyone else who might want to have them? After my father died, I took his favorite shirt home with me. When I was missing him particularly, I would put it on. It felt a bit like an ethereal hug. After several months, I did not need the shirt anymore. I had found a way to drop into the memories of my father that I most treasured without the talisman of his shirt. Before I gave the shirt away, I checked with each of the members of my immediate family to see if any of them wanted the shirt. None of them did. My mother in particular was glad to see it go. Because it had been my dad’s favorite, it was threadbare and she had been trying to replace it for a decade. Only you might know who else might have an emotional connection to this object, check with those persons before you let the object go.
  4. There is a willingness to let go that is a function of distance in time and maturity. The beloved rocks and buckeyes of childhood are less precious in our teen years and the concert tickets from our teen years are not as important when we are fifty. Never the less, if it has value to you now, keep it. These objects are what speak to your heart and you do not have to justify them to me or anybody else. (Unless you have so many of them that your room mates complain. If so, the scope of the problem is more than I can address here.)
  5. Assess the volume of your items and gather an appropriate-sized container/s. Box it up and don’t forget to curate the collection over time, adding new items and deleting ones that no longer make the cut.

If you have items that stir a mix of happy and unhappy memories, rejoice! You have a powerful growth/maturation tool in your hands. Hold the object and experience the full range of emotions that it elicits. See if you can name the feelings. You can do this work privately using only your thoughts or a written format. You can share your feelings with a trusted confidant and listen to any wisdom they might have. If this process gives you clarity on whether to keep or discard the object-Great! If not, keep the object and revisit the process in a few months or years. It has been my experience, that eventually I come to some kind of resolution of the feelings and knowledge of what to do with the object.

High school was not a particularly happy time for me, but I dutifully saved my high school yearbooks as something I was supposed to do. I had moved to a different state, never saw most of my old classmates and only kept in contact with a few close friends. I did attend my 10 year reunion with one of those old friends. He had acquired a convertible sports car and I wore a backless evening gown. I was voted “Most Changed” and the evening had a Cinderella quality to it. But I didn’t want to return to the unhappiness of my teen years, or the dysfunctional relationships that my high school cultivated. I discarded the yearbooks shortly thereafter and haven’t missed them ever.

If you are creating a memory box for your children you can use the above guidelines, but with a few caveats: when they are babies and toddlers they don’t have a concept of time beyond the precious now, so won’t understand saving objects for later. They also won’t remember much of this time, so go easy on the stuff you save. A precious blanket, one darling outfit, a favorite toy (after it has been outgrown) is enough. Don’t save the whole wardrobe or all the baby books. When the kids are in elementary/primary school you can have them help curate. Each week they can pick which piece of artwork or other school accomplishment they save. It was my experience that by the time they were eight years old, they only wanted to keep a few items from when they were six and by the time they were in middle school (ages eleven to fourteen) they were fully in charge of what they kept and discarded.

Creating a memory box for heirs: when I was helping my mom declutter her home, I came across boxes and boxes of stuff that had belonged to my father, who has been dead for fifteen years. For a variety of reasons, mom was not able to go through all the stuff, and the time is not yet ripe for it to leave her house. So, I consulted with my siblings about what kinds of things they wanted kept, what they wanted to view or just wanted to know about. The early sorting was easy–decades-old paperback novels that had become mouse nests–trash. Clothing that was still usable–donated. Letters written to his family during WW II–saved. When I came to objects I was uncertain about (every check register from his entire life) I checked with my mom and brothers to see if they wanted them. Using this process, I was able to winnow 20 copy paper sized boxes of stuff to one. This box is labeled with my dad’s name and will remain at mom’s house until her death. Then the family historian (my younger brother) will take possession, and perhaps winnow it further.

This is my approach to memory boxes. I am eager to hear what you all have done, or maybe what you might be struggling with.