Stuff

Then stuff that dreams are made of....stuff, clutter, too much stuff, where did all that stuff come from, what is stuff, what is that stuff?

Discarding books from my library, discarding things from house, the act of discarding is distressing, determining what to do do with stuff, afraid that if I toss it I may be tossing some cherished memory. And what of the stuff that came from loving friends and family, tarnished, torn, worn, stuff, but each item at one time carefully chosen and given and received with love. And what of books that have been schlepped from place to place for decades, is it really time to end their journey....all difficult decisions.

I'd rather be at a movie.