There are too many things in this house.  And it has me depressed.  There are too many piles in different corners.  It is just too hard going through this stuff.  I see a stack of canceled checks on the desk.  Your father has been dead twenty years.  Why are they not in the trash?  We can’t even throw away broken down electronics.  That video/dvd player does work any more.  Why is it sitting on those records?  I even tried it again.  I already told my other it no longer works.  None of the lights on it worked.  I just want to pitch it.  It is preventing me from going through the pile of LP’s it is laying on.  Why are we keeping those two stacks of “Architectural Digest”.  When is the last time you looked at an issue.  I have to run everything by you.  You have to make a decision on everything.  All of this has me depressed.  Why don’t you let me have control of the decisions on most things.  And when I complain of too many things still in the house, you tell me of all the things you have given away and pitched.  There may be a lot of truth to that.  There is still too many things in this house.  And I don’t want to work so hard in eliminating them.  There are still too many piles, boxes and books and LP’s everywhere.

My wife offered two bookcases through “Freecycle”, a yahoo web site and world-wide organization.  Someone was coming from an hour away to get them.  I was skeptical someone would travel that far for a bookcase whose top shelf was broken (the other bookcase was fine).

The two finally came in a beat up truck.  The lady did not blink when she looked at the broken bookcase.  “I came from the South and was ‘dirt poor’.  When something is broken, we just fix it,” she said.  We also gave them an end table.

I felt humbled by her comment.  I am too quick to throw away something out (???) when it is not perfect any more or needs fixing.  People often get rid of perfectly good things.

There is so much waste here.  I remember reading Mother Teresa would write a letter on any scrap of paper.  I am so quick to throw a sheet of paper away.  I am guilty too of waste.

I had a friend who made a living going through people’s junk they threw out.  Freecycle’s philosophy is they want to keep things out of landfill.  Someone’s junk is someone’s treasure.  That lady reminded me (???) that again.

It was only a set of keys, including my car keys.  I could not remember where I put them down.  I was pretty sure they were in the house.  I looked high and low for several hours and could not find them.

I was sure I must have left them in a spot I normally do not keep them.  I probably had them in my hands and dropped them somewhere I normally wouldn’t.  I looked upstairs and downstairs, even outside.  No luck.

It was a small thing but it was driving me a little crazy.  The worst possible scenario was I would have to replace them.  My wife had duplicate keys.  I was sure I would come across them when I stopped looking for them.  I just could not understand how I could misplace them.

PS  I finally gave up.  My wife prayed and started to help me look.  She first looked in the car.  I had told her that I’d taken out the trash, so she checked there, and spotted them in the bottom of one garbage can.  Thank God:  the trash was being picked up tomorrow.  I was relieved.  It is funny how a small thing like misplacing your keys can throw for a loop and cause you to become disheveled and completely disturb your day.