Stuff. Collect it. Pretend to need it. Hoard it.
All the while not notice it.
Because stuff hides in cabinets, closets, attics, garages.
And then stuff becomes stuffy.
Stuff steals space from end tables, bathroom drawers and basement floors.
Husband stuff... moves in and takes over. Wives know that husbands need their man stuff... gadgets and gizmos in kitchen cabinets. Tinctures and powders in medicine cabinets. Pens and more pens and more pens in office cabinets. Hammers and cables and whatchamacallits in garage cabinets.
When husbands clear out, his stuff stays put. Stuff that wives didn't collect, don't need and didn't hoard. Or board. Or stored.
Since the husband has been gone for awhile, she begins to ponder his stuff, his man stuff, and wonders if she can move in and take over. Will he mind? Will he still love me? Will he be sad?
The wife isn't sure so she strikes a bargain. How about if I toss the expired stuff, store the maybe stuff, and consolidates the main-man-stuff. How about that?
The wife starts with one single narrow drawer. She pauses. Then she sorts through another. That's all for today. Eventually, with bolstered courage, she tackles the garage stuff. Move over she says in her heart. Then out loud. Then with gusto. Move over.
And now wife stuff has moved in. Taken over. She hopes that's OK.
This brought me to tears—I wish I could have been beside you. So many things you are pushing through. I think God is giving us this time to grow in ways we never did when we were younger and, yes, busier. Without so many interactions with people, we have more interactions with our heavenly guide and teacher.
ReplyDeleteI did this the easy way: I just moved to another country😂