For some unknown reason I recently started reading the book Philosophy 101.
So far, I’m learning a bit about various philosophers and theories.
The one that keeps resonating through my head is Existentialism.
I seem to have boiled it down to three words.
“I exist. Why?”
TTYL,
Linda
Yesterday I decide to dust inside Dave’s closet.
I couldn’t believe all the things we had stashed in there.
From top left: box for current modem containing tools related to it, extra throw pillows, an empty storage container, an old printer & power cube that work but we no longer use, empty boxes for memory cards Dave thought he might send back and phones for which he thought we might need proof of purchase, a shopping bag we thought we might reuse, a huge comforter for a bed we no longer own, and another empty box for Dave’s current laptop.
On a lower shelf we had: an empty box for headphones that reside elsewhere, a small pillow no one uses, an interesting storage bag we might find a use for someday. a yellow folding campstool that is no longer steady but Dave thinks he might still use, a cooler bag we do occasionally use, blue bags that will never get mended, a green carry bag we were gifted seven years ago we have never used, and a laptop desk Dave decided he didn’t like.
Plus, hiding under Dave’s shirts, old shoes he never wears, a set of blue cables for something, and a blueprint of a railroad town we used to model. To say nothing of the shirts hanging in there that he never wears, either.
I’m pretty sure everything in there except the cooler bag and, maybe, those blue cables could go away and we would never miss them. We’ll tackle those items together tomorrow and see where we wind up.
The next day: The shelves now hold the modem box, the cooler bag, the yellow stool, and the empty laptop box. The blue cables (ethernet) got moved to join the rest of the electronics stuff. The green carry bag got moved to Dave’s stuff to become his laptop carrying bag. One pair of walking shoes stayed in hopes of Dave being able to start walking again.
Everything else either got trashed or donated.
OK, will be donated; probably tomorrow.
Except, maybe, the excess shirts. Dave crashed before he got to them so, unless that happens before the donation run, they will stay awhile yet.
Still that’s much better than it was.
TTYL,
Linda
If you’ve been reading my blog for any length of time you know I often have some zany thoughts when I’m about to wake up.
This morning I was playing solitaire in my sleep.
Um, maybe I should play less of it when I am awake?
TTYL,
Linda
Another one of those odd phrases came to me when I was not quite awake.
“I used to have a college diploma.”
Used to have?
Either you do or you don’t.
Unless you are in a witness protection program.
Then you wouldn’t tell.
Would you?
TTYL,
Linda
I just read something that started me thinking about needs.
“What did pioneer women pack in their covered wagons?”
Why would I need more than that?
My understanding is all their meals were cooked using one cast iron skillet and one Dutch oven. How many pots and pans do I really need?
I pretty much only use one chef’s knife and one serrated steak knife. Why do I have all those others in my knife block? OK, a second steak knife for Dave to use seems reasonable but six of them? We don’t have company for meals in our apartment. And why do we have a potato peeler even though we no longer cook?
How about coats? I have a rain-resistant windbreaker and a polar fleece jacket. Wearing those alone or combined depending on the weather is enough, isn’t it? At least, if I add my scarf, hat and insulated gloves. So, what’s with the extra coat? Surely it could be keeping someone else warm this winter.
I think most pioneer women had one pair of shoes and one pair of boots. I wear my Crocs with wool socks exclusively. Why do I have other footwear in my closet since I never wear them?
I did get rid of all my books when I got an e-reader so I am ahead of that one.
I need to think more about this.
TTYL,
Linda
