I love alliteration. Hence the “Collaborative Consolidation!” But that is not the purpose of this blog – so you can breathe easy! It is about downsizing, making choices *together* on what to take immediately, what to take later and what to (gasp) get rid of forever and ever.
It is, of course, the forever and ever stuff that is giving me the worst time. I have almost NO wall space in the trailer – so I can only take a couple of pictures, and a couple of little wall shelves. So, after much talking (this time, to myself) I chose 4 pictures I could get rid of without second-guessing myself. My husband (herein known as Ed – if you aren’t a regular reader of my blog, see the about me section!) insisted on keeping our painting of the Amish wagons, since we are both enamored of the Amish lifestyle, although we have never been able to emulate it, due to our equal fondness for technology! I am keeping the beautiful framed print Connie Davis and Joan Silva gave me for my 55th birthday, and have a slot chosen for its residence. I am also keeping my John Muir Teddy Roosevelt photo print – since we plan to do a lot of State and National park touring in the next few years. So, that decision being made, we moved on to books.
Probably the most difficult choices of all. I have reduced my collection of several hundred to maybe 250. I will have room for none of them. 50 or more of the ones I brought myself to get rid of are sitting forlornly in a box, waiting for someone to buy them at the yard sale. These include book club editions, authors I didn’t like as much as I thought I would, and books given to me by others that don’t suit my fancy any more. What I have discovered over the years of my love affair with books, is that often, I find myself buying used copies of books I have already gotten rid of! I did that with Dana Stabenow’s books, some classic D.E. Stevenson’s, and even my newish Jacqueline Windspear Masie Dobbs series! I am not just a reader, you see. I am a re-reader. As I pack, I have re-read, for instance, the first two Maisie Dobbs’, one of the Aunt Dimity series by Nancy Atherton, Lavender Lies, by Susan Wittig Albert, and Locked Rooms by Laurie R. King.
*Every* decision I make in this move, Ed has to concur with, agree to, and understand. We will be living in 300 square feet. I don’t want to hear what did you do with my (insert thingamajiggy here). Hell no! I am also agreeing to letting him price the yard sale stuff, since most of it is mine, and subliminally I am afraid I will price things to high so no one will buy them, and I will get to keep them a bit longer. Of course that has led to a couple of “discussions” of the sort that include comments such as “you sold (item) for WHAT?! But for the most part I have stayed out of it. Really. I have…
It is not an easy process, ever. Moving I mean. Downsizing brings with it different head trips; getting older, getting rid of things belonging to our parents, (all passed on,) deciding what kinds of things we are going to *do* in the future for our hobbies, and what things we want to look at in our new home. And the adventure we are setting out on is no consolation for having to leave things behind, and doesn’t make the decision process any easier either. But as with many difficult things we come upon in our life, we make the decisions we have to make, and go forward, whether or not the decisions are good or bad. Moving is just a small bump in the road of life, really. The things I leave behind, or sell, are going to be enjoyed by others, and appreciated by someone else. After all, they are things, the omnium gatherum of my life. Easy enough to give up. Right?