Saturday, October 15, 2011

Upsizing, Downsizing, Who Cares about Sizing

The Old Baguette began her adult life with a roommate in a small apartment.  They didn't need or want a lot of stuff, so their possessions were few.  If they couldn't store it, they didn't buy it.  Then, they grew older and began acquiring stuff::  husbands, children, and things they wanted whether they needed them or not.  If they couldn't store it, they bought it anyway.  That was their first mistake. They "solved" the storage problem by moving into bigger apartments or bigger houses.   They grew attached to their stuff.  That was their second mistake, and it was a biggie.

Then, one by one the kids moved out, leaving their stuff behind.  Did they have room for it in their small apartments?  Of course not.  Don't be silly. Sometimes the husbands moved out, too, for a different wife or a different life.  (Less frequently the wives took off for greener pastures, and the husbands were left with the stuff.)  Those big homes were no longer a joy.  They were expensive burdens.   Just think of having all that  stuff to dust, all those flights of stairs to climb,  those expanses of lawns to mow.   When the Old Baguettes or Crusty Rolls got knee  replacements, the time for upsizing abruptly ended., and the time for downsizing  began.  The time had come to move into smaller digs.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         it   For those of you still too young to know the word, downsizing, here's a quick definition.  Downsizing means getting rid of unnecessary stuff.  Sounds simple, but it isn't.  Remember that second mistake?   Over the years, the Old Baguettes and even the Crusty Rolls had grown attached to all their  stuff.  They lost the ability to differentiate between the stuff they need and the stuff they want, so they don't know what to keep and what to toss.  The children are no help.  They don't want anything.  The result?   The process of downsizing turns into something like this:  "Oh, I don't want to junk this meaningful piece of junk.  I'll take it with me and find a place to put it later."  Ha!  There is no place to put it later or ever.  Is there a solution to this problem?

There is.  The residents of  some buildings for seniors like to go on outings together.  They have bazaars to raise money for transportation to and from restaurants,  theaters, gambling casinos.  And what do they sell at these Bazaars?  They sell the stuff they don't want or need.  In time they find a place for their stuff in the apartments of other people as long as they resist the temptation to shop.  Old Baguettes, Crusty Rolls, take warning.                                                                                                                                

Note:  No definition for upsizing exists because the Old Baguette made up the word.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   

3 comments:

  1. What is amazing to me is the prodigious rate at which we collect unadulterated crap. Yet when we buy this crap...it is almost a gift from God. We spend good money for this stuff and then wonder what the hell is all this stuff?

    Downsizing, the humanity in our lives is a different story. It is a joy but a damned bittersweet joy to shed the children in your life. Out with you, make your way in the world, and row your own damned boat. It is the largest gift we can give, their independence of us. Yet what a bitter gift it can be.

    Shedding spouses is different story. I wished happy ever after was the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, but in fact it is a falsehood. It is really "happy until." Half never make till death do us part and for those who do, the horrific cruelty of life will catch you. If are lucky enough to find and keep the love of your life, death will rob you of your love...and that is my fear for the future, how will I live without my wife...how will she live without me...and tears well into my eyes at the thought.

    ReplyDelete
  2. I am so guilty of this. I love collecting stuff. It's just so easy because I see beauty in almost everything. Just this weekend I took my mom to a couple of thrift stores as she loves them. I purchased a Halloween witch, three amber glass pumpkins, a Mount St. Helens egg paperweight and a beautifully bound book called The Secret Garden.

    Did I need all these things? No...I sure didn't, but I wanted them. Even as I type this I have the glass paperweight sitting here on my desk and I'm enjoyed just fondling it while I read your post dear Old Baguette. If an item brings me joy then I guess it's ok to own it.

    I know recently my parents separated after 50 years of marriage and my mom left her home and all her things to move into a small bedroom in my home. Every day she remembers something she doesn't have. Sometimes we'll be in a store and I'll go to buy something and she will say, don't buy it, I have one at my house. It breaks my heart to know that she still considers all those things hers and she'll probably never see them again.

    ReplyDelete
  3. Alicia

    It breaks my heart, as it does yours, that your parents split up after 50 years. Happy until....

    ReplyDelete