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.