I have been sorting through a bunch of crap that we have shoved into the sitting room to get it out of the dining room - I know, long story. I have found a number of items we should have thrown out long ago including lots of expired medications.
I also found this disturbingly well preserved Marzipan Pig, pictured here for your enjoyment. And the answer is - NO, I did not eat it! Sheeesh!
The frustrating thing is, no matter how many boxes and bags I sort through and throw stuff away and put stuff away - the pile doesn't seem to be getting any smaller. It's like that vault in Harry Potter where every time you touch a golden goblet, another 20 or so more golden goblets appear. Only this isn't gold, it's old files, paperwork, old school work, family photos, documents that are important, documents that are not important, and literally anything and everything. I know, I only have myself to blame. .....Or do I?
I could blame my family for assisting in the not throwing anything away ever. After all, it's not all my stuff. For example, this is not my Marzipan Pig.
I could blame my day-job for taking up all my time. Imagine if I had all day every day free to clean house. ...on second thought, scratch that. I think it was Freud that said, "be careful what you wish for, you might get it."
I could blame the internet for distracting me from my tedious task with the promise of cute cat videos and shopping for books on Audible and playing Words with Friends.
I could blame my 2+ hour daily commute for the loss of .... time..... hope...... sanity
But no - playing the blame game never got me anywhere. Instead I shall press on and dream of another room found in the Harry Potter books, the Room of Requirement. It would be perfect! I could have a huge room of unlimited storage and, when I require a lovely parlor or dining room for entertaining, there it would be. When I require a quiet space to retreat and read, there it would be.
(Sigh) - if only magic were real.