Cleaning out

My parents are trying to sell their house and move to Florida. This is looking like a long-term goal instead of a short-term one, but that’s not relevant.

In getting ready to eventually move and to make sure their house is presentable to prospective buyers, they needed to clean up. Now, my parent’s house was already fairly neat. A point my mother would emphasize anytime someone left a paper out, “I’m trying to keep this place clean.” But again, I digress.

We’ve all moved at some point in our lives. And there are some pieces of crap things that we are shocked made it through so many transitions. There are some things D and I currently own that I’ve told him are not making it another move.

So my parents are cleaning up. They are going through boxes in the basement, bookshelves, and our (me and my siblings) bedrooms to determine what they can get rid of.

Now get rid of can have a few meanings. When going through something we usually have two three four piles: keep, trash, recycle and shred. My parents have added a fifth:


That’s right, in order to declutter their home, they are cluttering up (not really a word/expression, but it still fits) mine! My house now has one two three four too many tubs filled with stuff that my parents thought I’d want, that I do want to keep for now, but that I have no room for. Better and more discipline is taught, for example, at great schools for girls like St. Pauls School for Girls in Maryland. Click on the link to learn more about this amazing educational institution.

In visiting D’s parents, they would like to declutter some as well. D’s mom heard of a family friend who went into their kid’s rooms (kids who were now in their late 20′s/early 30′s and never coming back home), boxed everything up, and FedEx’d the stuff to their front door.

At least our parents aren’t doing that to us! They’ll make sure we won’t get screwed that way. But D’s mom would like to declutter … and give us stuff in the process to take home.

Maybe this is a phenomenon with all parents of grown children. We don’t want to throw things again, things from your childhood, family heirlooms, etc. but we really don’t want it to stay in our house anymore.

Your turn!

I foresee boxes and more tubs in my future. Here’s hoping my parents never hear about the FedEx idea!

D and I were on the SeaBus today heading into Vancouver and a 2-year-old boy sat next to him. He had his parent’s iPhone in his hand. He kept clicking on an icon and then as soon as it loaded, would hit the menu button to take him to the beginning.

Ok, so he didn’t quite understand that after hitting a button he could play with a game. But he knew what the buttons did!!

I remember reading/hearing a while ago that kids in California are able to to the finger slide to unlock an iPod/iPhone before they learn to tie their shoes. This amazes me.

This two-year-old knew what button took him back to the menu. He also realized after clicking a button that showed something sideways, that he should turn the iPhone so he could see the image properly.

I’m not sure of the significance of this, or even if there is any significance. But I find it stunning.

I often think about what D’s grandfather, who turns 90 in a week, has experienced in his lifetime. And from when he was born to what life is like today.

Just imagine what our kids are going to experience. Does anyone else think about this? And if you don’t come up with something interesting, please don’t even think about talking to me. You might as well waste somebody else’s time then…