Pandering to Cat Lovers

So a friend said he'd be more likely to read my blog if it had cute pictures of cats on it. He has zero interest in decluttering. Assuming those who like cats and those who read about decluttering can overlap, here are some photos of my assistant supervisor. He likes to keep an eye on me from the couch. And I am aware that pages with cats get a lot of traffic, so here's my shameless use of his cuteness.

He's a fan of the belly rub when we take breaks from decluttering.

An artistic shot.

I have read that animals are very sensitive to changes in their environments, and sometimes I wonder if my cat would prefer a simplified environment. Cats are supposedly very clean and fastidious animals. If only he could tell me his feng shui preferences! Hopefully my efforts somehow lower his stress levels too.

You Can Throw Photos Away?

Yes, more obscure finds in the garage.

I gave Goodwill a slide projector that had a delivery date of 1968 on the box. Mm hmm. And guess what? I still have Kodak slide projector that I am holding onto because I am left with many slide carousels of photos--I don't know if I plan to have a quick slide show marathon to see what's on them, but I have the green guilt about just pitching slides. And what if there're some super cute photos of my relatives? But wait, they already left me tons of paper photos...


You can see how quickly I sound cluttery like them.


My grandparents did some international traveling together, so I assume I'd see slides of them running around Spain and whatnot. However, my grandmother was a bit famous for traveling without my grandfather sometimes. She'd find some friends or a group and go wherever--China, Japan, Russia, you name it, she went there. As evidenced by the gobs of travel brochures, tickets, maps, and knickknacks she accumulated. I love that Grandma was a world traveler and just couldn't get enough. What a free spirit! But I can also see that Grandma used things to hold onto her memories--many things! And she left many photos and slides. I've gone through two or three large boxes of souvenirs and pitched most of the paper stuff. Thank heavens my city has an awesome recycling program! But her photos and slides are just sitting in boxes, taking up space. And I don't plan to move them for the rest of my life, so...

I was raised never seeing anyone throw out photos or slides. There usually isn't a need to do so--but seriously, who needs hundreds of travel photos when they aren't your own? I hadn't considered throwing out photos until I had a professional organizer over a couple times. She confidently told me I don't have to keep pictures. Really?! Awesome, I thought. But it still feels...wrong. Almost disloyal or sacrilegious. But she's right. I have to pitch stuff. These aren't my memories, whatever false guilt tells me. I can keep "enough" ancestors' photos and still have plenty for the trash. While I've recycled the souvenirs, I am still psyching myself up for a serious trash attack on the photos. It's gonna be vicious, people. (Note: My city cannot recycle photos due to the chemicals used. Photos must go in the trash. The other option is to donate them to a community art school.)


I'm not just being mean to Grandma in this discussion. This purge makes me consider my own mementos--I have traveled to several countries and have a good amount of photos and paper stuff, mostly from my late-teens and early-twenties. If I don't streamline what's really important, who's going to want to go through my European museum brochures and souvenir postcards? I've done some sorting in the past, but I don't want to be a hypocrite. The difference is, I get the impression my grandparents never sorted, whereas I've done some here and there. Perhaps it's because I didn't grow up during the Great Depression and I also went through a phase of watching Clean Sweep and Hoarders. Thank you TV and the age of prosperity. You keep me in line. 


Final obscure find:
I went to the Salvation Army and gave away some kind of fishing net with an anchor. When I told the man collecting donations to be careful because it was heavy, he said, "Oh, it's a seine." I had to ask him to repeat it and and sure enough, I got home and looked it up and yes, he was right. I've had a seine in my garage and didn't know it all these years. Here's Merriam-Webster's definition:

Definition of SEINE

: a large net with sinkers on one edge and floats on the other that hangs vertically in the water and is used to enclose and catch fish when its ends are pulled together or are drawn ashore 

http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/seine?show=0&t=1339336692

Adventures in My Relatives' Garage...Still

Decluttering this house doesn't cease to amaze or at least amuse me when I find things hiding in my garage. At this moment I have three weed wackers in my garage--I had four last week, but a friend took one off my hands. I had three Coleman camping stoves without knowing it--I gave the oldest one away last month, and today I found a secret one hiding in a wooden chest that I had never peeked in. (Tribbles?!) It's another one to give away while I keep the newest and prettiest one. That's the thing when you end up inheriting the belongings of three or four relatives--the buck stops with you, and you end up with duplicates, especially if folks were somewhere on the hoarding spectrum. Yikes!  

 The secret third stove hiding in a wood chest.

 The new and pretty stove I'm keeping.

If they had only kept a current inventory of what was lurking in our garage, perhaps these relatives would not have kept buying stuff they didn't know the already had...Well, maybe the less hoarding relatives could have purged duplicates. Or not. Even though my dad could declutter masses of stuff, I do recall him famously saying that "a man can never have enough coolers." Au contraire, Father. We had some bitter words years ago as I counted about nine coolers in the garage. Last week I parted with two of them with satisfaction and relish--I'm now down to a reasonable three ice chests--gotta have one set aside for fishing and those dead fishies.

I know separate households need their own items, but purging duplicates is a good idea while you're living. Otherwise some poor relative ends up unearthing three or four (or six!) space heaters, buckets, trash cans, tents, what have you. I could have the garage sale to end all garage sales, but yuck, that's a lot of sorting and pricing. (I'll keep on with my slow and steady donating and occasional selling, but perhaps a sale is in my future.) The lesson: if you're breathing, get rid of duplicates now, please. Otherwise you're creating a seemingly never-ending adventure for the living when you're gone. 

What the heck is a Coleman Catalytic Heater? Check out the fashion on those happy warm people!

My three weed wackers, plus a cattle prod in the background.

And did I tell you about the two boxes of STAMP COLLECTIONS I found in a file cabinet in there? Do 4 cent US stamps have value today? Do I really want to labor to find this out? Sigh. At least we have the internet to research these things. 

If you have any hot donating or selling tips, or you're a stamp expert, feel free to share.

Grab Your Hankies--It's Good for Your Soul

I've been writing about decluttering and sometimes relating it to bereavement. I don't spend all my time decluttering and even less grieving, but this is the time of year when I do remember my father's passing and make an effort to watch a film that deals with grief. Before this loss I never would go out of my way to watch a film and say, "Thank goodness that really showed loss." But in the last few years I've learned that we often lose opportunities to bring up grief as time goes on, yet we feel grief come up in small pieces here and there, especially when important dates roll around. It's hard to know if grief is welcome or appropriate after a certain amount of time, and it can be plain hard to access. That's why movies provide some occasional moments where we can release feelings we might be carrying around, perhaps unbeknownst to us.

I take special note of any good "grief movies" because today I feel grateful when I see a good one. (Nicholas Sparks sometimes fails us.) It can be a relief to see a film take on the universality of suffering that we all face--loss of loved ones. Yes, it sounds dark, but a good cry can be like a release and leave you feeling cleansed and even lighter. At any rate, here are a few of my top recommendations in no particular order if you're looking for catharsis and a good story:


1. Lars and the Real Girl--This story has a bizarre plot line that could scare some away. A young man works through his repressed grief for his deceased mother as he becomes attached to a human doll. Sounds crazy and disturbing, but as most who've seen it know, it's a beautiful story about a community laboring to help a man through his grief. Stars the lovely Ryan Gosling too. This was the first movie I watched where I realized I needed some time and space to just focus on grief--the everyday chores were taking over and I needed permission to just focus on my feelings through the story of someone else's loss. I know tons of peers who also love this movie just as a film in general.

2. The Family Stone--This is a good one for dealing with the Christmas holidays without a family member. It's an offbeat story and a bit dark and quirky, but you sympathize with the family as they learn they're losing one of their own. Plus it has some funny moments and a good cast including Sarah Jessica Parker, Luke Wilson, and Dermott Mulroney.

3. The Boys are Back--I have no clue how Netflix found this one for me. This movie sold me on Clive Owen. A man takes on the role of single father to his two boys. Set in the outback of Australia, you see the difficulties and frustrations as this pack of men struggle to become a new family unit. This is a real bereavement film because loss moves the plot from the get-go, but I liked how it shows the process of a family adjusting to a new way of life. Also has good acting, funny moments, and distinct Australian scenery.


4. Shadowlands--Okay, so I saw this one ages ago and already knew it was a great movie. But some of the lines about loss still resonate with me. The story of C.S. Lewis and his rather surprising marriage late in life is worth seeing, and I remember the English countryside as gorgeous. Stars the great Sir Anthony Hopkins. Very British, very repressed, and worthy of many Kleenexes.


5. Hachi: A Dog's Tale--So this one had me crying when I saw the trailer. Put dogs and loss together and you have a snotfest. Richard Gere plays the middle-aged owner of Hachi, a lovely Akita. If you saw the trailer, you'll know the plot revolves around Hachi's loyalty to his owner. The story is based on the real Japansee Hachi who waited faithfully for his master for many years after the owner was gone. Directed by Lasse Hallestrom, rated G and a great film for dog lovers. 

6. Disney's Up--This is a late addition to this post that I forgot about. I had no idea what to expect from this movie and was shocked at how it blatantly tackles bereavement while still being an animated children's movie. The beautiful message is that while we grieve, sometimes it is okay to move on to newer adventures and relationships. That's probably why it was such a successful film.


I watch more comedies than dramas, but I am thankful for movies like these. Plus the ones I've listed have enough warm moments to make you glad you saw them. I don't like darkness for darkness's sake, but sometimes it feels right to tune into someone else's grief story and enjoy the moment of relating to their feelings. I'm sure that's what makes good art good in many instances--when we can relate on some important level, it becomes much more meaningful.

And if you want to think of it as decluttering your grief, it is important to clear out any backed up feelings from time to time. This can lead to better health and resiliency.


For more grief movies, you can google "movies" and "bereavement" to see much more comprehensive lists. If you have any suggestions, feel free to comment.

Rebelling is not helping...but I'm still good.

So I've take some time away from this blog for other life stuff--as Mike Nelson, author of Stop Clutter from Stealing Your Life, says, life is not about decluttering! We have other fun, higher purposes. 

Nelson's book is not really a how-to, but more an exploration of why we clutter. One of his interesting theories is that some cluttering comes from rebelling against our parents, even as adults. I found this quite intriguing. It's funny how we can claim our independence by not doing what we should do, which ends up as self-defeating. (My go-to example is of the student who gets bad grades to piss off his parents, when in reality he's hurting his own future the most.) While clutter reminds me of 5th-grader who is having fun fun fun getting away with not doing something, the consequences of clutter do hurt in the end. Nelson advocates fully leaving home so you don't have to rebel anymore. It's no longer about claiming independence from Mom or Dad—it's about you and your own life and productivity. If you are fully on your own, you're no longer reacting to anybody through clutter.

I had mentioned that I would do a post about my mother and the kitchen, and without going into too much detail, I would say that she was the more "serious" clean parent, while my dad was the more fun, less tidy parent. So who did I want to be more like? Mr. Fun Dad. He was quite responsible, yet he usually looked like he was having a better time day to day. Mom looked more stressed, so I mistakenly associated super-cleanliness with being less fun. Today I would say my mom is fun, but to a kid's eyes, I couldn't see it as much back then. She was just really busy and needed a certain level of cleanliness to feel happy. But, I don't have to do things her way either. I can be tidier, but I opt to not be quite as compulsive as my mom once was.

Shame has certainly popped up as I have bumped into other folks and their attitudes toward tidiness. I have known some folks who are quite judgmental about clutter and can make it a topic filled with anger and self-righteousness. Getting rid of this clean good/clutter bad split makes rebelling less necessary. Messy does not equal bad or unlovable. Clean does not equal good or lovable. It's just easier in the end and visually less stressful. As organizational guru and author Marcia Ramsland says, clean is not a moral issue. It feels like it sometimes, the way some people act. But making it less of a hot-button or moral issue means I don't need to take on any negative messages that make cleanliness or neatness a moral statement about my worth. I wonder if many of these critical people require orderliness just to achieve a sense of calm. Perhaps that's why they get so angry sometimes?

My fear of being boring and tidy is also right brain rebellion. Some clutterers fear that organizing will stifle creativity. Organizational guru Julie Morgenstern touches on this—she says some creative people are afraid they'll lose their creative juices, but in the end, they are freer to pursue their creative passions all the more when things are in order. Just her mentioning this fear makes me feel better.

I am still absorbing these messages and need to buy into them, but it's a relief to know that I could stop reacting to the fear of being high-strung or so busy cleaning I become boring. I've heard that having a clean home is a major key to having a vibrant life elsewhere. I can't really escape that truth...as much as my 5th grade self wants to skate by and get away with being messy, it just doesn't work. And that's a good adult realization.