Angel Girl got things started for me – sorting through the things that have a designated place and just needed to go back.
But my job is harder. I’ve been working my way through the piles of stuff that don’t have a home.
The flotsam and jetsam of a family that somehow ended up in the attic.
The orphan shoe.
The pretty ribbon saved from a package.
Scraps of wrapping paper.
An old clock radio.
A cassette tape.
The box of curtains I bought – but never quite got hung.
A random toy horse.
The reproduction fife we bought Matt on vacation when he was four that a sibling later squished.
Random bits and pieces of life, overlooked, outgrown and unneeded on a daily basis.
Every piece must be touched and evaluated .
A million tiny decisions.
The garbage pile gets bigger.
The donate pile tips over.
And there – on a small pile – are the treasures.
The few nuggets worth saving in the piles of stuff.