Today, I was going to write about this:
Why? I’m sure you’re dying to find out. But I received the following phone call from The Nana before getting a chance to sit down at the computer and, dang, you just can’t make this stuff up.
Nana: “Hi Honey. I’m going through the back bedroom bookshelves getting rid of old books. I wanted to ask you about a few of these Danielle Steele…”
Me: “Give it away! Please!” (And now I’m hanging my head in shame as the depth of my reading pleasure at 18 has been exposed.)
Nana: “What about these… Oh, darn it! It’s a bunch of those (famous lawyer/intrigue) novels. I can’t give any of those stinkin’ books away. Ahab told me, ‘Do NOT give away any of MY books.’ “
Me: “For crying out loud, give them away! He’ll never know. If you hadn’t asked him about them, he wouldn’t even know they’re still there!”
Nana: “Oh yes he would! He actually went through the entire Hunting Closet last week and cleared out half of it! I’m still in shock.”
Me: “Well, then move them around and see if he notices. If not, donate them.”
Nana: “All I have to say is he better die before me. Otherwise, this crap will be here forever; and then it’ll be YOUR problem!”
And that is why I don’t do clutter. Out of the goodness of my heart, you see. I don’t want to leave any “stuff” for my Sweetman to have to wade through when I’m gone. I’m nothing if not considerate.