Stuff: The Purge. Can one have too many hoodies, cardigans, or shrugs? No. Can one have too many pink or orange sweaters? Probably. (That's not the case here, just asking.)
VHS tapes, cassettes, 45 rpm adapters, tote bags with logos of places long gone, a clarinet that needs all its pads replaced, duplicate books bought at different used book sales (scary), pajamas that don't look familiar, age group awards from forgotten races, five (5) sets of long underwear (no idea), too many coats, a crochet project from high school (scary), clothing that is depressingly too small,
embarrassing winter hats that have never been worn, huge and loud earrings from the 1980's (scary), three pairs of red strappy shoes (really?), a very padded pink and pink striped bra (ditto), various craft supplies and implements (of destruction), at least a dozen little envelopes labeled "extra buttons," bobbins for a sewing machine that does not work, enough straight pins for two lifetimes, ditto clothespins, old paint brushes, old paint, atrocious purses, single socks, and watches with dead batteries.
A certain garbage bin in the basement was employed for some of these items until it became clear, under full light, that this container was itself ready to meet the dumpster in the sky, so to speak.
Sad news: it doesn't look much different around here. Yet. Just wait.
Stuff swells. It looks like stuffitis.
Suffering? The planet is suffering.
Pretty sure twenty-four cans of lemon lime seltzer water will be toast in a couple days. (Gone, not warmed. That would be a trick...)
It's easy to face a pile of junk and stuff and become paralyzed. When this happens, it is time to eat. This is the best way to control stuff in the kitchen.
And see? It's almost time for the weekly Scrabble game. We have six Scrabble sets, by the way. It's not our fault; they were gifts. And Mike won one of them for being chosen to play with Will Shortz on his Sunday morning show. Hey look, Mike made honorable mention, again. (re: Last week's creative challenge. There were quite a few good ones.) (Not to worry, he didn't win stuff.)
Toast: one who loses a game of Scrabble to her opponent by at least one hundred points.