And it's really kind of disgusting.
I got back into my decluttering project that I wrote about before and have worked at on and off since. I'm taking a dear friend's advice in my method of tackling a very... erm... delicate portion of this job.
My childhood 4-H awards.
I've tried ignoring them... they don't go away. They don't take up any less space. And they just don't shut up about my competitive strains.
But I was saving them for posterity, right? Nathan said, "Well, would you want to paw through and deal with all this stuff if it were your Mom's?" Mmm... nah. But maybe my Grandma's! It would be Cool Old History Stuff then. "So you're gonna save them until you die?" he reasonably asked. Right. Point taken.
And anyway, look... I am showing it to posterity.
And that little Posterity is having a blast playing with all that stuff. He's currently wrapping the "aminals" in "blankets" and putting them to sleep.
He pointed to this stick in this Handsome Gold-colored Plastic Showman's hand and said, "That thing right there is a Killer. For killing."
Oookay. Moving on.
He made the chickens and rabbits talk.
He called the goat a "sheep". And asked about her "milking things."
He's been rearranging them and playing imaginative things with them all afternoon.
I Googled around for a while, trying to find a use for these paraphernalia. Among the ideas I came across were "make Christmas tree ornamets" (ooooh... classy. We can pretend the little men with sticks are shepherds...) and "make a ribbon quilt" (and then...??? Put it on my bed?).Nothing reasonable has presented itself.
So after I got up the guts and carried it all downstairs laid it all out and gagged just a little, I began following my friend's advice. She advised me to "Take a picture!"
And then... throw it away.
The venerable Posterity will have a record, and I will have some space back.
This (and another like it) are probably the only things I will keep:
Are you ready to see the most disgusting photo?
It's... well... intense.
Aiee. Now I'll just take a couple shots of whatever hard liquor is sitting in my pantry... and grab a black (extra large) trash bag.