Saturday, June 15, 2013

I'm Trying To Simplify My Life, Really


I want to simplify my life I said,
sell this house and buy a condo instead.
I want more time looking at beaches and boats,
Less time pushing my lawn mower,
Or dragging around that leaf blower.

Forget the ups and downs of real estate,
Buying low and selling high, that’s never been my fate. 
“Just do it” has become “do it sooner, not later”
the risk of waiting just keeps getting greater.

It sounded so simple.  Just downsize, we said.  Let go of things you no longer need.  I know we didn’t think the packing and moving would be easy, but now we are swimming in a flood of conflicts—it’s heave-ho vs. heavens-no!  We’ve only lived in this house for seven and a half years.  We have no basement and I was thrilled to realize we have managed to limit our attic storage to seasonal decorations—Halloween, Christmas, and so on.  But now— as BB King likes to tell us, “the thrill is gone.”  It left me when I came down from the attic having counted twenty-five plastic tubs and five bags of decorations.

It should be simple, but you have to swear off a lot of other things to get it done, including, at least temporarily all of your friends.  There are Facebook friends, LinkedIn Friends, email friends, phone call friends and a few special go-to-lunch friends.  They’re all put on hold for a while.  Don’t even try picking out the ones you want to keep. 

First, let me apologize to my Facebook friends, I don’t have time for you, you are buried in a tidal wave of stuff I just can’t wade through—from pictures of dogs to group photos of no one I know.  Forget it, I don’t need to know that much about you right now.

Those of you on LinkedIn, I’m retired.  When I was working, I was too busy to look at it.  Today, I don’t care. 

The rest of you will hear from me once my life is simple again.  I’m thinking mid-2014. 
  
In the mean time, there are books and bicycles, beds and bookcases, cabinets and coffee makers, chairs and china hutches, couches and cookie jars, Dressers and dishes, desks and dinnerware, games and gadgets.  

Relying only on impulse and intuition, we keep or pitch kitchen utensils and keepsakes, lamps and luggage, photographs and phonics books.  Each one is a decision, and there is no grand principle to follow. 

One of us thinks we are ahead in the race to the finish, and that would not be me.  We have two weeks to go, and I counted eighty-two pieces of furniture, and forty-two more spaces to undo and pack up.  Then it all has to be carried somewhere.  I don’t mind the thrift store or the solid waste recycling center.  They’re free.  The storage locker, on the other hand is anything but.

Today, we have fifty boxes packed at home, thirty or so boxes stored at my son’s house, six in the storage locker, four went to a woman we know with a young family, two boxes of books went to the library and there’s no telling if anything has really gone to the thrift store yet.

Of course, I’d be lying if I claimed to be the innocent here.  I counted fourteen pairs of shoes for me—ok, that included tennis shoes, sandals, etc.  I got that down to nine so far.  My spouse has so many I can’t get an actual count, diligent efforts led me to an obviously low estimate of thirty-five pairs.  If she can make a comparable reduction, she will dump twelve pair.  Raise your hand if you could do that in your closet today.  By the way, she read this piece over my shoulder, and promptly bought another pair of shoes this week. 

And then there’s the garage, it’s loaded.  But, no worries, I can be merciless there—after all, it’s my space.  It all goes, except for my toolbox, drill and 2 saws.  I do have a few things.  Anybody want a jar full of rusted nails?  How about a hole saw perfectly-sized to install a doorknob, or just some of the remnants of parts from a variety of items I installed or assembled since roughly 1985 (tragically, in our 1985 move, a number of boxes of garage items and some Christmas decorations vanished without a trace).   But, hey, it could be worse.  Did you know Jay Leno has a collection of cars, trucks and motorcycles that numbers 120?  Imagine what his garage looks like.

So, I’m simplifying my life, risking my friendships and my sanity as I do.  Right now, I’ll settle for simply surviving simplification.

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