A severe cold in the head and a dash at spring cleaning consumed the better part of my weekend. But I am now richer by a myriad of relics. Though richer wouldn't be correct technically since I appear to have owned them for ages. However they have only just been identified to have been denizens of the house I live in (I am sure some are squatters; I don't remember letting them in or acquiescing their stay) and are now accounted for and also because I am literally rolling in them, I shall say that I am indeed richer.
So I have them neatly assorted and packed into cartons. Yes, I needed cartons but don't judge me. They appear to have colonized and settled themselves in every nook and corner of the house. Going by their sheer number, I think they might have reproduced. More than one item appears to be similar to another with only an iota of a difference here and there, maybe in colour or so. I have strong suspicions of some being clones too; there is absolutely no difference in anyway whatsoever between a few. So finally as the weekend comes to a close, I have five huge crates lined up in my hallway. I have labelled them as 'Need Them', 'Don't Need Them Anymore', 'Never Needed Them In The 1st Place', 'Surely Never Ever Seen Before' (the squatters) and 'Duplicates, Triplicates and so on...' (Clones and Offspring).
I am yet to decide what should be done with the stuff in the last four crates. The 'Need Them' crate however needs some thorough rummaging soon. The items within are mainly the ones that you were in desperate need of, one fine day in the past. And you remember putting it away in some place safe so that when the fine day finally arrives you have it at hand. And yet even after hunting assiduously for hours, it manages to keep itself away from your keen, determined eyes. Those camouflaged elements will only reveal themselves when you are running like a headless chicken, hunting the next time for a completely unconnected item or while you are on a cleaning spree. It's spooky almost as if the items possess the art of shape-shifting.
But now that I am poorer by four cartons (Paradoxical I know but I finally ended up with only one 'Need Them' carton) of goodies (they will shape-shift to the stuff I need, aka goodies, on their way out) and have the free space to replenish, it's time for a binge. It's going to be a ransacking weekend next, to compensate for the drudge that this weekend brought me. My mantra? Umm.. "Shop till you drop".... Drop the balance in your account by a whopping figure! :-)
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