Sorting, organizing, cleaning, discarding….all those forms of busy work always keep my mind away from my thinking. Yesterday I did the Christmas stuff….all of it. My mind was busy wondering why I keep buying these goodies year after year all for just one tree.
We used to do giant Christmas parties…for us. Twenty or so dear friends for dinner and a present exchange. Some brought nothing. That too was ok. We had a giant old plastic tree we had found at a yard sale….with its all red ornaments, that every year we added more, more, more to its biodegrading branches to fill the holes.
That’s where it must have started.
Being a starving student with no money, I started buying used Christmas ornaments first at yard sales then we bought more at estate sales. Several years we bought mountains of things at Target. Just last month, himself bought two boxes of 1950’s stripy balls while I bought six stunning, red pomander balls.
Yesterday I banished most of the silver decorations. I banished most of the gold too. Out went all the boxes, papers, ribbons, and half the masses of stuff that filled the big attic closet space. We haven’t boxed presents for years, and the families and friends do their own Holiday parties now. Then I went through the reds….and got rid of the most worn and scratched red things. Ditto blues. Ruthless was me.
I halved the contents of the closet, but, I confess, I didn’t throw away one single stripy ball. Not one.