Tuesday, January 26, 2021

Archeological dig

All this time at home has freed us to see what needs fixing, what needs changing, and what we can cull. Being retired is an added bonus - because we have the time to follow through. 

The past day or so, we've been tinkering with a small, narrow closet - adding and painting new shelving, adjusting some coat hooks. One set of coat hooks was set up for when our children were about three feet tall - and they have never been changed since that time, rendering them basically useless (unless you are partial to the look of floor debris clinging to the bottom of your adult coat). The shelves in the closet are (were!) - sadly - simply a series of stackable plastic bins, hastily set in place as a temporary solution right after we remodeled 30 years ago. These bins were immediately filled and overflowing with the stuff of daily living, and the original idea of adding 'real' shelves long forgotten - until now, that is. 

This closet is located right next to our side entrance, our main door to the house from the driveway; thus, these bins were the depository of all those things one takes off and gets rid off as soon as they enter the house. Coupled with a door that closes, hiding the ugly truth from regular eyes, this location became a treasure trove of forgotten artifacts. 

I set about emptying the bins themselves - what's in there? what can I toss? what belongs elsewhere? - while Tony began sawing boards for the shelving. There was so much forgotten junk in these shelves! Ugh! Suffice to say, I threw more things away than I saved; I had a small pile of donations. Lots of paper trash. (There is always so much stray paper in this house.) I was surprised by the "singles" - three separate gloves, each from a different pair, no match anywhere around; one single flip flop from a teenager (in other words, at least ten years old); one slipper...where are their matches? where did they go? why is it here and not the bedroom? I also found a pair of children's gloves. Itty bitty hands. No, they are not my grandchildren's. 

Here's a fun new chapter to this storytelling: I decided to wash this small find for future use by said grandchildren, when - I kid you not - only one small glove made it OUT of the dryer. What? Two gloves are washed and dried but only one comes out? Where did the match go? Do gloves have feelings? It's as if they cried out - 'what, you ignore me for 20 years and expect me to hang around now!?'

Sifting through the debris of this one little closet has sent me on a rampage through the house, culling, tossing, weeding, and organizing. I even spent some time in that truly forgotten space - our attic, opening up bins and clearing out clutter. It is amazing what time can do for these stored memories - yes, there are many things that I still love and want to keep, but there is a whole subset of extraneous, much less meaningful stuff with which I am easily able to part. I am excited for our trash pickup this week! 

Isn't it wild, though, how you can hold a piece of paper - say, a handwritten note, or an old ticket to a concert, or a child's drawing, and instantaneously be transported back in time - seeing where you were, hearing certain songs, remembering how you felt? 

We often joke that it's been thirty-plus years of deferred maintenance on our home...truth is, these years have flown by. Now, in this quiet 'stuck at home' interlude of the pandemic, we can finally focus. It's almost like being on an archeological dig, right? (Yay! I am traveling!) 


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I wrote this post for Slice of Life.  All participants are writing about one moment, one part of their day, on Tuesdays. Thank you, Two Writing Teachers!

12 comments:

  1. This really is like an archaeological dig through your past! It was a fun read though it sparked uncomfortable thoughts of all the clutter I've been ignoring, or shutting the door on. Oops.

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    1. For such a dull task, it has been strangely satisfying!

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  2. Indeed, you have uncovered an “ancient” treasure trove of artifacts embodying stories and poetry from all those years. I’m not surprised decluttering has sent you to other closets and buried treasures. I predict some major renovations in your future. I know how this works. 😉

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    1. Yes! I am sure you do know how this works. It is definitely a silver lining of this time, isn't it? I mean, we are stuck here - might as well 'pretty it up.'

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  3. I am in a similar stage of life. We have been in our house 39 years. My big issue is papers and books! When I retired, I brought home so many books to add to already full shelves. My mantra has become, "One square foot at a time." Good luck on your dig!

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    1. Yes, yes - the paper and the books are the most challenging part of this. Love your mantra!

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  4. It's so strange to think of the hold objects have on us. And trying to weed and cull can go so very well for so very long, and then boom! you hit one box or shelf or bag. All of a sudden it's a quick slide into memories, nostalgia, stories. Which is a wonderful place to visit. But to be able to distinguish those story-forming treasures from the...meh. It's liberating, to say the least!

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    1. Yes, it is liberating! Unbelievable what we acquire over time, what we hold on to, and how differently our treasures can look when we put some years between the viewing!

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  5. Decluttering is so hard because of those artifacts. Do I keep it, toss it, take a picture of it? However, getting rid of stuff seems to cleanse the air. Always a work in progress.

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  6. You are right, decluttering never ends!

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  7. I feel encouraged by your dig and positive attitude! I'm working on old photos and just this morning sorted them by family names.

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    1. It is time-consuming work, isn't it? It feels very good to get some of it done, though!

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