When I turned 50, one of my friends sent me a much needed brain cell.
When we started redoing our house 2 or 3 years ago, I packed away my brain cell, and last week I found it while unpacking items stored in a box.
You know, sometimes this is the only brain cell I have. Why did I pack it away?
Does the condition of one’s dresser drawers indicate anything about one’s actual life??
If it does, and it may, my life is a sad state of affairs. It is a mixture of:
• old clothes I may want to wear someday because I might lose weight (and get back my youthful shape)
• items I stashed when we started our house project 3 years ago, because they were fragile I didn’t know where else to put them
• a teddy bear that I bought 6 years ago for only $4, but my daughter was too old to give it to, so I am saving it for gift
• special cards and letters from my children and husband
• all the Christmas Cards from 2009
• several categories of underfrillies
-ugly colored underfrillies which I have never worn (but could not throw out) that came in packages with other colors I liked
-underfrillies I keep because though they are years old (and probably no longer fit) they are so hard to find I keep them
-ugly pink long underwear that I might need if we go elsewhere where it snows
• an incredible collection of mismatched night wear
• smaller framed photographs that hung on the wall 3 years ago before we painted
• one swimming suit that I haven’t worn forever and and doubt that it fits
• several jewelry boxes complete with a few items of nice wearable jewelry (that I forget to wear) and of course a number of jewelry pieces that need to be deep-sixed or is that deep-nined (what does that mean?)
Well, you get the idea.
It’s not just my dresser drawers: all the nooks and crannies; cupboards; drawers and closets of my whole house suffer from the same malady.
Perhaps this is just how life is. It doesn’t fit in a nice neat package.
Please tell me I am not alone.
