I came up with the perfect birthday gift for David, the man who is impossible to buy for: NOTHING.
Now, this isn’t as stingy – nor as easy – as it sounds. The nothing I gave him took a great deal of time and effort, and I am incredibly proud of myself.
There is, right now, nothing on the floor of our bedroom except furniture and Bonesy’s dog bed. Nothing on the hope chest at the foot of our bed. Nothing on the bed itself, nothing on the little desk by the window. Nothing.
It was not just a matter of tidying up and putting things back where they belong. I had piles of things that were lying around because they did not belong anywhere. Piles that, you know, I was in the midst of “processing,” never mind the fact that some of them had been shuffled from surface to surface for years. Piles that I have known, for as long as they have been there, drive David crazy. Frankly, the piles have driven me crazy, too. I spend an inordinate amount of time in bed, and every minute I lie there I have had to stare at those piles. It’s been incredibly depressing.
But no longer! I have schlepped every last non-essential thing that was visible in my bedroom down
to Qui– to a secret location that may or may not rhyme with “Finland’s Broom” but which I am certain is not currently in use. I figure I can bring things upstairs one at a time between now and December (by which time the location will need to be cleared), and decide if I want to find homes for them or let them go. Either way, neither David nor I will have to live with a cluttered master bedroom for one more second.
Hooray! Happy birthday, David! Good job, me!