I married a pack rat and I live in a house full of clutter. I didn’t plan it, I didn’t plan at all. He looked so neat when I met him, and when I visited his apartment, it was clean and tidy. Little did I know he was the world’s biggest mess cat. He is Oscar of the odd couple except mercifully he does not smoke cigars. I am speaking of course of Mr. Right otherwise known as David, who can be Mr. Wrong if looked at from the perspective of the housekeeper.
My daughter asked me last week if she could take a “coffee” table out of the attic as well as an old dry sink David once used to store his booze. Sure, I told her. I am always happy when someone removes something from our attic which has become clutter central.
I haven’t been up there in years and don’t know what’s in the attic. Granddaughter Hannah removed an old child’s chest that had once belonged to David’s daughter Julie, refurnished it and uses it to store her art supplies. I know Connie took a bed out of the attic that had been David’s before we were married. I gave a sofa and a roll-top desk from David’s apartment to his oldest son Rob. I gave Julie, David’s daughter our dining table and sideboard when we got rid of our dining room to make way for bird cages.
“You’re giving away all my stuff,” David said. But everything he owned including his suits, which were either hand-me-downs from his brother, or selected by his former wife, was a shade of brown. I banned brown from the house for a long time.
I suspect David is colorblind like many men. Do you know the gene for color-blindness is on the Y chromosome? This means gals are never color-blind while many males are. I learned this from one of my male colleagues, when he informed me of his own color-blindness while we were preparing the layout for a publication.
After ridding our house of excess furniture, I began working on boxes of cards and letters, and books and magazines. Bags and bags of seldom or never-worn clothes found their way to various charities.
I chucked 100s of magazines in the recycle bin and sent 100s of bags of laser disks, video tapes and books to Goodwill. In attempt to dust, I went through all the equipment on the entertainment tower and uncovered items that no longer perform. The latest casualty was the VCR tape player we never use. I replaced the giant speakers David had inherited from his brother, who knew how to rid himself of junk, with little speakers that even David with his hearing impaired ears must admit make a great sound.
I am still chucking out stuff, his stuff, my stuff, our stuff. We don’t need all this stuff. I wonder how many years of our lives working as wage slaves went into this accumulation of junk?