Let me explain...
As I continued to watch the devastation, the reporter interviewed a man in Hawaii who was evacuating his home for the inevitable tsunami to hit his area in the next several hours. He was so calm. So accepting. In a little while, everything he has will be swept away in a wave. He was discussing this with Anderson Cooper as if he were sharing a cup of latte on his back porch (I really need to stop obsessing about coffee). Anderson sounded more upset than this man did. And then it hit me - this guy has it all figured out. He knows what's important to him. No stress. No running about shoving everything from his house into his car.
Of course my family and my pets would be the first in the truck. I would already be wearing my last item and that would be my crappy, ratty, flannel over-sized sweater jacket thing. You see, for me it's never been about stuff. So I would be done relatively quick too and I could enjoy a nice cup of umm...tea or something. I've always wanted to chat with Anderson Cooper.
Yes, I suppose important paperwork would be nice but in all honesty, I'm not as organized as people make me out to be. I'd be found dead, floating around in my basement with a confused look on my face. The last thought on my mind would be, "Really? Now that I'm dead, why did I need to find my Birth Certificate?"
Photos Albums? I never take good pictures anyway and for the life (or death) of me I can't remember who half those people are sitting next to me (Mom, do not give me your 65 photo albums, please!).
The rest of it, chachka. Trinkets. Things you can't take with you when you die so why take it with you when your house is going down? I don't want it. Besides, it'll only sell for ten cents on the dollar at a yard sale anyway. Yard sales are way too much work for that kind of return on your investment.
|New England 1997|