It seems that I just got settled in my new cheaper apartment when I found a notice to evict stuck in my outside door jamb.
After the initial shock I realized that my lease would be up in two weeks and that I just assumed that I would renew and pay a bit more.
The new owners are launched on a two year renovation effort, and as the apartments become available, they are emptied and renovated with all new counter tops, kitchen appliances, windows, sliding glass doors of double pane strength and new living room floor of vinyl.
I was fortunate enough to be able to rent a newly refurbished place right across the hallway from mine, and with a western facing view of a small patio and back parking lot.
To be ready to move I emptied my closets and cupboards and put every small thing in bags and boxes.
I am not a collector, but even over a space of one year I have built up a small new collection of kitchen tools and piles of books and papers.
I know that I have to sort and throw once again, but so far I have discarded a pair of loafers and slipper socks with too many holes.
That is just pitiful.
I plan my life so that I do not own anything that is too heavy for me to lift and carry a short distance, but with the addition of a Blu-ray television, I do need some help. I piled up the boxes and bags in the front room, and it looks pretty terrible and is a testament to failed resolutions.
I failed to throw out things that I have kept for ten years, simply because I can’t bear to let them go for sentimental reasons.
As others have told me “Nobody wants Grandma’s old dish sets”, and certainly nobody wants my collection of stuffed animals.
I would recommend that no child be given a teddy bear or stuffed animal that is not machine washable, as even the thrift shops decline to take them.
So at every decision point I am faced with the fact that I have to continue to take care of heavy pottery, large teddy bears, and handmade quilts that are too warm to use now.
What am I to do with a full length fur coat?
It was handy when I was waiting for a bus in a New York blizzard, but the drought in California makes that coat just hang around in my closet taking up space.
I have already given away all the handmade clocks inherited from my ex -husband, a Feather Weight Singer sewing machine, and various knick knacks from parents and in laws that have to be handed on later anyway.
Still, I have a cup and tea pot collection, new cooking utensils that are really heavy, rugs and too many towels. I have bags of quilts fitting both king size beds and twin beds ready for hosting overnight guests.
I doubt if I will ever have the time or energy to do any entertaining now with this latest move.
I have a set of Geo magazines in matching boxes, and since it has gone out of print, my goal is to read three years’ worth of the magazines before I let them go.
I have two 1989 atlases that show how the real world used to be drawn on maps, and that no one consults in print anymore. I have a DVD and VHS player combination, and an extra DVD player that I hang on to for a spare if the other two players go belly up.
I have small radios that do not pick up the station that I prefer, and two Walkman radios that are of the same limited use as they only get the local country or hip hop music.
You would think that just having small things would not be a problem, and certainly not something to agonize over and write about.
It is something to think about when you see the amount of packaging going into the recycle bins and know that all the apartments around you are filling up with things that have to be cared for, paid for, disposed of and insured.
My plan is to hide all the boxes and bags in the back bedroom and close the door.