Friday, November 12, 2010

Mountains O' Things

I promise I am not a packrat. I prefer to think of myself as a practical, frugal woman who follows in her ancestors' footsteps.

The truth of the matter is that I come from a long line of Pennsylvania Germans who farmed the land for generations and survived tough times thanks to making do with what they had. The ultimate conservationists, nothing was thrown away until every possible use was wrung out of an item.

Pappy Marbarger kept everything--old toilets, bits of string--because "you never know when you'll need these things." The farmhouse is full of strange inventions that, surprisingly, work quite well, repurposed from whatever old scraps were found hidden in the attic or basement, tucked away for just such a need. But the crawl spaces and extra rooms are filled to the brim with stuff.

Despite having lived in six states and more than 15 apartments over the last decade, I continue to pack up all my old belongings and move it with me each time like a bloated snail moving slowly under all the weight I'm carrying. I've never thrown anything out, mostly because, well, I was broke. And you never know when you'll need something that you can't afford to purchase.

Perhaps there are deeper reasons why we hang on to our old clutter: inability to let go of something in our past, fear or anxiety about our future. I struggle with both of these issues daily, issues that are most likely also fueling my perceived need to hang on to items I really don't want or need. Everett Bogue wrote a fabulous blog entry about how to destroy your past lives and start over: http://www.farbeyondthestars.com/how-to-destroy-your-past-lives-starting-over/?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+FarBeyondTheStars+(Far+Beyond+The+Stars)&utm_content=My+Yahoo

Finally, after stumbling over all the stuff in the back room of our small apartment, not even able to find a walking path, we decided it was time. Time to pare down. I was ready to defy my ancestry, to embrace an existence with fewer chains to my past and to my fears.

I wish I could say that the real reason behind all this was due to two awesome blogs I follow: www.farbeyondthestars.com (by Everett Bogue, as mentioned above) and www.rowdykittens.com (by Tammy Strobel), both of which discuss ways to simplify and declutter, and thus live a more fulfilling, non-materialistic life. While these two blogs were instrumental in allowing me to finally let go of all the unnecessary stuff, the true impetus was Jeff. Specifically, Jeff's growing business that requires precious storage space; also, Jeff's sanity.

We started on a Tuesday. Each day in between jobs, Jeff pawed through his mountain of old magazines and books, papers and pens. I tackled my clutter--old shoes, t-shirts I've had since middle school--after work each day. Saturday night came around. We had planned to walk around Portland, ME and then hit a contra dance in Falmouth. No dice. Cleaning was priority at this point. It looked like a tornado of old junk hit our place, piles halfway to the ceiling of boxes topped with bags. We had hit the final leg of our journey to a decluttered room, our first step towards a decluttered life. Finally, we finished around 10 p.m. after an exhausting week of organizing, cleaning, donating, recycling, throwing out.

What was the final tally?

-Four carloads of old clothes, kitchenware, appliances, shoes, lamps and books donated to Goodwill

-One gigantic box full of novels and DVDs donated to the Dover Public Library

-Three very large bins full of recycled materials--including my old, not-even-functioning-for-years laptop and numerous floppy disks and zip disks!! Why did I hang on to that stuff?!

-A 20-minute backyard fire to incinerate papers that had account numbers on them (seriously, I had BAGS of papers like this sitting in the corner for a year)

-A 19" tube tv and a decent three CD/two cassette (!!!) tape stereo that I haven't used in at least a year or two, given to work acquaintances

-A nice set of winter jacket/pants/rain jacket donated to the homeless guy that hangs out on our street and sleeps in the woods nearby

-Two boxes of clothes and books for my mom and aunt who might be interested; if not, off to Goodwill with these items too


-We traded in the Jeep for a Subaru Outback that week, too--better gas mileage, lower car payments, much better storage options. It's honestly a simpler, better choice for us right now, and while it's not technically considered getting rid of clutter, it's helping us move towards a more streamlined existence.

I willingly admit that I still have more stuff to sort through and downsize: stacks of scrap material for sewing; piles of colored paper for various crafts; containers of curtains not currently being used; boxes of photos I haven't looked at in years. But this was a huge first step for me, one that was long overdue. Once I caught up on sleep and relaxation, it felt liberating to be free of some of the junk. The act of clearing out the clutter makes me think about what else I can do to downsize. I want to do more. I like this feeling. I don't have a strong desire to replace all the clutter with new items. I like having less.

Full disclosure: I did acquire one item during this time period of paring down--a tiny 55-lb. anvil! Right now, it serves as a great conversation piece in our apartment, but it will be right at home when we finally get our own place and set up a small blacksmith shop. And honestly, how often does an anvil come freely across the doorstep of someone who loves the metal arts? This was a tiny step backwards in the journey of paring down, but I'd gladly give away a box full of anything else to keep my new anvil. Priorities, people. Priorities.


My next goal (potentially; do I have the guts to do it?): wear only 33 items for the rest of the year. Check it out: http://www.peaceandprojects.com/blog/2010/10/wearing-only-33-items-for-85-days/

Or check out the original inspiration for this, the Minimalist Fashion Project 333 (33 items worn in 3 months): http://www.bemorewithless.com/2010/minimalist-fashion-project-333-begins/

My list is currently at 55; I have more wardrobe whittling to do.

Have your own story about clearing out the clutter? Were you inspired by someone to simplify and get rid of material items to improve your quality of living? Feel free to let me know how you were motivated!

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

NOLA

To check out a map of our Delta drive travel route, go here:

http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?ie=UTF8&source=embed&msa=0&msid=115398075535804411901.000494a2ebf2a94403083&ll=31.334871,-90.043945&spn=9.582333,9.206543&z=6

Our arrival into NOLA went off with a bang, as should be expected when your hotel is located at the corner of Canal and Bourbon Street. Hit and run, mom's rental car was wrecked on the back end. With all the traffic backed up, I actually ran after the woman--who was likely drunk--and verbally berated her while she pretended it didn't happen and refused to look at me through her open window. Mom's nerves were frazzled by the time the police report and calls to the insurance and rental car companies were completed. Time to enjoy drinks in the back courtyard of Napoleon's, a local hotspot in the French Quarter known for their Pimm's Cup: gin, tonic and cucumber, yum! Just what the doctor ordered.

I was attending Sea Grant Week, during which the communicators had a service project--plant Spartina grasses along the edge of Big Lake in NOLA's City Park to reduce shoreline erosion. In most parts of the country, this plant is considered an invasive species, taking over and choking out native vegetation. But down there, it's an important local plant with good root structure to hold the soil in place.

Tools of the trade: you dig a little wedge in the muck, stick the plant roots in and then push the wedge back in the muck nearby to tuck the plant in place.

On the left: the Spartina we just planted sparsely. On the right: Spartina planted one year ago. Check out how quickly it grows in!

Afterward, we ambled around the sculpture garden.

Had an alligator sausage po'boy--"all dressed"--for lunch. A little greasy and chewy, but at the time I was glad I tried it. However, it's pretty horrific hearing about their methods of capturing the alligators for their meat. This was probably the last time I will eat this creature due to intense guilt.

Later that evening, joined up with some friends and checked out a number of local haunts: The Port of Call for a monsoon and baked potato, jazz at the Spotted Cat, beignets at Cafe du Monde (open 24 hours). This city truly never sleeps. Ear plugs are a necessity if you want to catch some shuteye, even at 4 a.m.

Between the conference presentations and forgetting my camera at the hotel, I am lacking photos of the French Quarter. Rest assured, I explored the area for hours, enjoying the music: cajun, zydeco, jazz, blues, folk, even some bluegrass/old time on the streets. Old bookshops, back alleyways, open air markets, window shopping, watching how the locals live.

The garden district of the city is lovely and bursting at the seams with huge, immaculate homes. Kristen and mom drove me out there so we could enjoy a little walk together.

Amazing ironwork!

Gorgeous old cemeteries!

This city is in a beautiful state of permanent decay, enriched with history, steeped in myth, and yet people always think of dirty Bourbon Street, the only place I've ever seen that requires street cleaning--with soap!!--each morning.

Wonder what that's doing to the waterways every day. But if you've smelled Bourbon Street and tried not to step in the mystery liquid puddles, you'll agree that the soap is necessary. But it's never lacking in interesting people and activities.
The Budweiser clydesdales, along with their dalmation, stopped by too.

One last little tidbit: we stumbled upon what seemed to be amateur night at some blues club. Oh man. If you can imagine the intersection of William Shatner and Elvis, you'll arrive at Ready Teddy: The Swamp Daddy. My jaw was actually agape. I am having technical difficulties uploading the videos (they are looooong, which is the problem), so please stand by for a random post sometime later highlighting this dude and his acrobatics!