I’ve been a mover lately. I used to be a shaker, which was some kind of fun. Shaker. That brings to mind shaking the earth. Or shaking the dice. Shaking with fear. Fear of shaking.
But now I’m just a mover, and funny how that works out. If you were moving and shaking at the same time, lord knows what would happen.
Mercy! Suddenly there’s lots of stuff to move!
All human possessions fall into three categories, which I am now going to invent: Stuff, Junk, and No Way I’m Tossing That.
Stuff comprises most of what we have. My Stuff is mostly books, papers and clothes. I need my Stuff, but there’s always the danger of having Too Much Stuff. (I’m writing this during a break from packing and moving Stuff, as a matter of fact. Because I have a deadline and I know some of you will be disappointed if I don’t post something today. It is, after all, Friday.)