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Saturday, May 22, 2010

What's With this 4 am Crap

Well here I am again in the middle of the f***ing night wide awake and on the computer. I packed moer stuff then decided to email my sister in New Zealand. Oh, I booked my ticket (and Mom's) to New Zealand for Christmas - I know that is far way and I have enough to deal with right now what with the move and all - but hey what's one more thing.

Just listened to the funniest blog "Sleeping Man Talk" - so funny - it's this guy talking in his sleep in the UK and his wife is taping him and posting it on line. They sell Tshirts with his sayings on them - too funny!

Going off with my son Jason today - buying a flat screen TV for my new Condo - have given away my old tv which someone gave to me - so only fitting that I would pass it forward.

Thursday, May 20, 2010

6 More Sleeps

Have been up since 4:30 this morning - thinking of all of the things that I still need to do to get ready for my move on Wednesday. Almost all packd - a few things lying around now but not much. You know the things that kind of hang around and you are not sure what pile they really belong in.

I was just looking at some other blogs - everyone is so creative - I have all these great ideas in my head but they don't seem to want to come out of my finger tips.

Anyway my focus now is on tne move - all the legal documents have been signed - the deposit funds have been handed over to the lawyer - yikes I just got a mortgage amortized over 25 years - I'll be 84 - that's weird becasue I still think I am 35.

Sunday, May 16, 2010

The move and my STUFF!

How many times in ones life does one move?
One - from your parents home to your first home?
Two - many times with your parents as your father changes jobs?
Three - to University (many moves) into you 20's - many moves across the city, the province, the country the world.

How many times do we start over - with nothing and ending up with so much stuff you are overwhelmed with it?

I moved out of my parents home for the first time when I was 20. That did not last too long - but it was a good experience. The second time I moved out of my parents home I moved to the Northwest Territories (Western Artic) and lived in Yellowknife. Now that was far and I probably would not have done it if I had not already lived on my own for a year.

After that I was a wanderer - I moved very often with just my clothes - I had not started my life long pursuit of acquiring stuff.

In my mid 20's I moved from Ottawa to Toronto and have been here eversince. From 1976 to 2010 I have moved 11 times - and I am now getting ready for my 12th move.

Each time I started with less than when I had arrived - how do we end up with so much stuff? What is it that compels us to buy, accept free stuff, pick up stuff and never get rid of it. We cannot bear to throw it away or give it away. What is the association that we have - are we afraid that we will give away the where, when, who raher than the item. Even if we give away the item we still have the memory.

I just gave away a box of penguins that had been packed away in 1989 and was looked at for the first time yesterday. It actually felt good to give it away. Now I am on a roll and getting rid of lots of stuff.

My contents sale was very successful last weekend and managed to get rid of more than 60 percent of my stuff.