January has been set aside for many things, it is National Hobby Month,
National Blood Donor Month, National Hot Tea Month (is Iced Tea Month
separate, perhaps in August?), National Oatmeal Month, and National Soup
Month. So many ways to celebrate, where will you begin?
In our house, January is National Clean out the Closets, Attic, Drawers, and
Basement Month. So far, we have made a dent in it, and it's only mid-
January, so I have high hopes.
This weekend Charlie and I tackled his closet. After much moaning and
gnashing of teeth, I dragged him in to help me. Our house was built in
1937, so our closets are small and oddly shaped, usually with a skinny
door on one end and a closet that reaches far back along the side of the
Sometimes when we do a closet clean, we just take things out and toss
and put things back. This time we took every single item out, and a
decision had to be made, toss, keep, or donate. And we scrubbed the
walls and shelves and floor. And I found the box where I had saved
Charlie's art projects, and spelling tests, and first stabs at writing, from
all the way back to preschool.
Oh dear. My heart traveled back in time as I found the beautiful haiku he
had written in 2nd grade, with the sweet painting. His seder plate from
preschool at the JCC. His rendition of the ice palace, and many many
pictures of loaders and construction vehicles and airplanes. I remembered
how he always wrote his numbers backwards in kindergarten and first
items back when they were current, and taken a picture of him holding it.
But a photo of him now, holding the Thanksgiving turkey he made when he
was four, just wouldn't have the same effect.
So I took a deep breath and a garbage bag, and ruthlessly tossed
I now have a small folder, with a couple of things representing each school
year. And the intention is that I will take photos of these items, and store
them on a cd, so I can then toss the folder too.
Ruthless, simply ruthless. But now there is lots of room for ski gear, and
dirt bike gear, and weekend backpacks. Time flies...