So today was to be a lovely day at Giant City that was immersed in thoughts of new windows on Wednesday and Maine around the corner. But the shelf in the master closet had other ideas. I looked at it askance the other morning and thought it was leaning just a bit. Then I thought better of my first thought and went joyfully about my day without worry or care. In the middle of the other night, I awoke to wonder…was the shelf winking at me or my imagination. Today I understood that my sin had found me. Too many heavy clothes on a burdened friend. It had been groaning under the weight and asking…’ Don’t you see me…or don’t you care?’ A new shirt in May and then four in June and thoughts of one or two more L.L. Bean articles in September when we are in Maine. My shelf said…’No More!’ MJ told me that she had been thinking that there was a project or three that we needed to focus on this summer…I guess the overburdened shelf was one that emerged from the stress it had been experiencing…

Now and again life brings us a collapse from our own pursuit of happiness. In the midst of our revelries and as we search for another lion to hunt on our safari of life…our closet collapses. Then comes the paring back of our accumulated wealth of possessions. No more corduroy pants that have not been worn in years…but might be someday. No more Brooks Brothers Sweater that has wooden buttons but an entire sleeve blown out at the elbow and has been patched three times. No more L.L. Bean quilted shirt that has a collar frayed beyond repair. No more small sizes that I believe will fit me perfectly once again when I am older…

MJ says we need to start downsizing…but I am just in the thrill of acquiring… It has been said that we enter this world naked and that we exit it in the same manner…but can I at least take my Waffle Shirt and Khaki Pants…