It's very sobering: there is a program on what I don't have, cable, called "Hoarders" that, while my own contributions to the word as a verb fall far short of drawing a visit from their production, perhaps I should watch it. Which brings to mind another title, "Intervention". Yes, Dan Gent digresses as he rummages through collected thoughts, and when it comes to collected objects we come to the wonderful dumping ground of the automotive trunk. Its potency is quite amplified by being outside the home, provided the car isn't such but then the problem becomes modified and intensified (get back on point, Dan!), but especially in this part of the world such an intimate part of so many lives.

Now that I have yet more time to "get to things" I was just out rummaging through my own not so fine "Exhibit 'A(wful)' ". And what an amassing of tonnage. I have been seeing the effects of my folks' years of eventual low-yield accumulation, and actually am seeing a pile of it in my trunk as things I have taken from their former dwelling to be perused. The mass of VHS tapes is quite vexing: here is "Madeline's Christmas Carol", a cartoon based on the one frame comic of the irascible lady. For anyone who roams IMDB there are occasional pages for shows which are a page and nothing else. This disposable item isn't even on the site! But will I watch a bit of it out of curiosity?

Now I am reminded of various and sundry items in the clutter that received little or no use, or I kept around so I could eventually shrug and feed the dumpster in February of 2011 rather than June of 2008 for no discernable reason. There are music magazines with maybe one more article or review to enjoy over lunch, and a music stand I thought I left somewhere. But progress, folks! The latter was only from the last two months or so. But like the car I need another one and until I rear up and take care of business I need it.

And then, what is with all these paper towels? Not just the rolls which maybe went down to a dozen or two sheets and sat for years due to the phenomenon of stuff casually thrown in hiding previous stuff, but chunks of them that are actually, wait for it, in very good shape. Here is glass cleaner and an empty spray bottle which will work, so clean the car windows with some of them and then . . .

Look at the manila envelopes I liberated from "you can accurately guess but I won't write out"! How many of these am I going to use to mail documents and (guess again) other items somewhat heavier than paper to my victims? So we arrive at the quite commonly documented, yet not nearly in as great a proportion to how much it occurs, emotion of "I just can't waste this!" But one more item: it's that can of silicon spray I was looking for in the first place
to treat a car lock. An enabling urge to the hoarding one is, "My project is over and I've had enough for now!"

Whew! How many readers have I left? Not as many as I have "stuff"!