Yuck, gnats.

This weekend I am helping my parents make their move from Mesa, AZ to Parker, CO. Luckily, the most tedious part of the move is over, and that is the actual moving from here to there. Or... would it be there to here? Because I am here, but I see it as there, 'cause it is not where I will be living when all is said and done.

All well and good, yes, but I'm starting to wander. While I was helping my parents load, it occurred to me that they had multiple items that served the same purpose, like excercise equipment, lamps, dressers, lawn mowers, etc., etc. It filled the overly-large truck that my parents had rented to move everything, and they still left crap behind.

The thing that really struck me that most of this excess was sitting in the garage, and had been sitting there for years. I even had a couple of boxes of crap from the time(s) I lived with them, and most of it was stuff that I had forgotten I had. I threw most of it out, I really didn't feel like holding on to a tin of Canadian Spam, or seeds for a Chia Pet I no longer own. It all bothered me though. All this stuff. All this old, forgotten, useless stuff. I really hope I don't have several dresser/drawer sets when I move into my third house.

I can understand keeping photos and old 8mm movies, but an 8-track player? When all the 8-tracks have been converted to CD format years ago? Two weed wackers? I've never even seen weeds be wacked with those.

How does all this stuff accumalate? Why do we keep it around?

If you're reading this, and you know me, please promise me that if I ever, ever, fill a moving van with crap I'll never use again, shoot me.

Thanks!

-D out.