Too Much Stuff

My sainted wife has a lot of "stuff."  To name but a few of the collections, we have: sets of dishware, glassware of perhaps even more variety (as covered early on in these musings), shells, decorative plates, gardening paraphernalia, cookbooks, teddy bears, blankets and comforters, business supplies "freed" from an employer, small tables (yes, you read that right), the list actually goes on, but I think I made my point.

These collections necessarily take up space - especially when we're talking small furniture, vases and bags of shells, none of which are known for dense packing away.

We are currently doing construction in a room - not a major one, just a garage breezeway. But big enough to have formerly housed three of the "collections."  Since they have to find a new home, my dear wife is confronted with the fact that, over the years, I have efficiently salted all her OTHER collections in every imaginable cubbyhole (and more) that our little cape cod home offers up.

Whatever will she do?  For me, I will just play Delbert McClinton's "Too Much Stuff."  Loudly.  Floorboards beware.