What do Stonehenge, the Sphinx, the Mona Lisa, and my basement have in common? I’m hoping that the job of cleaning out my basement is a little like visiting those monuments: once I actually get to it, I’ll find out it’s not as big as I thought.
Perhaps this Stonehenge/basement-monumentality thing is a stretch, but consider: I first went to Stonehenge back when tourists could walk among the stones, so I know how big it is. Now the massive stones are roped off, always in the distance. Viewed objectively, they don’t look as big. As for my basement, I was here before it got filled up. I saw the collection of stuff grow to hugeness, and worried and fretted the entire time. I still put off going down there whenever I can, so it’s built up in my mind now, like a monument in my imagination. It’s hard for me to see it as it is.
Sometimes I get discouraged that it’s taking me so long to clear out the house. In my last few posts, I wrote about sorting cassette tapes and suitcases. I was having fun with that. Then, a few days ago I found yet another trove of cassettes. Yesterday I found two more suitcases… I’m getting a bad case of when-will-it-end syndrome.
On the bright side, among that last batch of cassettes were three boxed sets that looked so good that I tried listing them on Amazon.com, and I’ve already sold one (a Pavarotti/Freni (La Boheme).
So, I continue to pick away at my monumental job … Perhaps I need to concentrate on developing that other great quality of monuments: patience.
P.S. Do you know how big the Mona Lisa is?