Random Thoughts

I've been trying to get things boxed, so I can have room to put more things. We have stuff....LOTS of stuff, and a house with no place to stash stuff. Ever seen a closet the size of....well, a closet? A SMALL closet? That's what we have, infant closets, few cabinets and too much stuff. What makes a person a packrat? How do we become the type of person who has a hard time getting rid of things we don't use, don't need, and don't want? Does that make any sense? I'm to the point, give me boxes, give me newspapers, I'll get rid of it, maybe! I collect dust. Well, stuff the where the dust gathers, elephants, cats, Celtic Crosses, politically incorrect Jamima stuff, etc. Now, I have even more elephants to collect dust...where am I going to put them, because I can't get rid of the dust collectors I already have. I know... I need another cabinet to put stuff! Then, there are the plants. When did I become one of those people who can't kill a plant? I use to be able to kill cactus without much effort at all. Now, I want a plant to croak, and it won't. Perhaps that plant that I don't much care for knows I don't care for it, and is just plain defiant. Survival of the fittest sort of thing, and it's proving more fit than me. I just can't throw it out, that's wrong! It's a living thing, so it's suppose to die a natural death. Why won't it?