I post this photo only to show those of you who’ve been reading this blog long enough (or know me well enough) to suspect that I am a hoarder of things from my past. Sure, I’ll grant you that I tend to keep stuff that I think might be of interest at some point in the future, or that holds sentimental value for me. And yes, there are times when it does seem like our household has a few too many such things in it.
But I can throw things away! Sometimes. Witness our rusty, squeaky old mailbox, shown here just after Raymond and I had deposited it at the Tweed dump (which is actually in Stoco) and just before we drove off. I mean, talk about sentimental value! I am pretty sure this was the mailbox my father erected way back in the days when my family lived at the Manse and I was growing up here. That it’s the very mailbox that we kids had to shovel out whenever there was a snowfall, to make sure the mailman could get at it. And there’s not only the long-ago sentimental value; there’s also the fact that this is the mailbox that, in early 2012, first told the world (or Queensborough, at least) that Katherine Sedgwick and Raymond Brassard were the proud new owners of the Manse.
But like I said, the mailbox was pretty rusty and squeaky; when we opened it to check the mail I’m pretty sure everybody in Queensborough could hear it. And so we decided we should get a new one, and we did. And it too now bears the names Sedgwick/Brassard so that the world knows where we live.
The old one sat in the Manse’s back porch for many months, but about a month ago we decided its time had come. And off it went to the dump.
I am very proud of myself for letting it go, and thus clearing out the space it occupied. There’s a lot more of that kind of thing that needs to be done around here.
Do I regret it?
Of course I do. But only a little bit.