Sunday, August 12, 2007
What to do with all those green jackets??
I'm still going through all my closets and drawers to claim order out of chaos. Anything I don't actually USE or TREASURE is going away. It is the season of the grand purge.
As I walked from one area of the house to another with yet another box to either go to the trash or the Goodwill I smiled at my sweet husband relaxing in his recliner watching golf. Why on earth would ANYONE watch golf? I have no clue. But then, he can't understand why I find organizing a closet relaxing either. This isn't obligatory housework to me. I did all that domestic duty stuff on Friday and Saturday. Rather, this puttering in the closets that I'm doing now is my own soothing way of reminiscing as I explore the bread-crumb-trail I've left in my Hansel and Gretel Life and my willful decision to let most of it take a hike.
As I was cleaning out my closets and observing my husband watching golf the thought occurs to me. What does Tiger Woods do with all those green jackets he collects every time he wins another Masters? Do they just hang in his closet or go in a case in a trophy room or what? I can just imagine the number of trophies of one sort or another that man has accumulated. Does there come a point for accomplished athletes where they no longer need or take pleasure in displaying all that praise?
Which leads me to wonder again, what will I do with the various awards, plaques, and professional fru-fru I have accumulated over the years. Right now it's all just sitting in a box in my closet. During this grand purge mode I'm ever so tempted to look at it one last time and then pitch it all out. But if I do, will I regret it later??
I've grown weary of accumulation. I ache to simplify. I want to surround my self with open space. But what to do with the gathered up accoutrements of fifty years of living? Is there really any reason to keep an ancient piece of needlepoint I did when I was ten or the quilt squares I practiced liquid embroidery on that never made their way into a quilt? I think not.
Still.... among my boxes and bags of stuff in the closet is basket of old letters that my great-great grandfather wrote over a period of years to his younger sister, Libbie. I love those letters and the glimpse they give me of who John L. V. Thomas was. Which makes me wonder...should I gather up a representative sampling of all the awards and certificates, summer stock theater scripts? (Many moons ago I was in Gammer Gurton's Needle and also played the dinasaur in Thornton Wilder's Skin of Our Teeth) Is there any reason or purpose to preserving a portion of my own memorabelia to pass down to generations yet to come?
Nope. I don't thnk so. None of that stuff is who I was. Perhaps I'll just leave them this ridiculous blog. At least this is something I don't have to dust.
I'm headed to Michigan next week to visit my sons and the wild tribe of grandchildren. When I go I am taking a box of sports trophies and U.S. Marine medals with me. My boys are both in their 30's now. They can keep or discard their own life stuff however they choose.
I am every so ready for empty space.