I throw stuff out. If we’re not using it, it’s gone … I wish. Unfortunately, I share my house and my life with someone who likes to keep things. What if we need — insert article of your choice, anything from a noisy fan to an god-awful soup tureen — this someday?
If we needed it, it wouldn’t be hidden under five years of dust.
We’ve been negotiating this divide for decades now and I don’t see that changing anytime soon.
Our place, yesterday:
“I’ve going to have these old family videos converted to digital files.”
“You still have to keep the original tapes. For backup.”
Huh? The whole point is to get rid of these things!
I’m guessing that my brilliant idea to scan pictures from our pile of photo albums — which we almost never drag out of the basement — and toss the albums won’t be appreciated.
I spend a lot of time muttering about hoarders, but …
This morning, in a drawer that in my opinion needs to be organized, I found two green plastic bangles. Bracelets that a nineteen year old me had purposely left after a first date. Forty-two years ago and my husband still has them.
Maybe some things are worth keeping 🙂