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I am still dealing with the aftermath of a big move in 2005 when we moved stuff, far too much of it, to sw Victoria in three shipping containers. What a nightmare! Poetry and art were creative and therapeutic outlets. This is a three dimensional art work  of a shipping container packed tight I did at College. Image———and a poem to accompany it——–

Stuff

Our sorting started in the shed.

It needed clearing, enough said.

It would be refilled with stuff from the house,

it must be clean from rubbish and shit of mouse.

Stuff not worth keeping went out through the gate,

for the Hard Garbage collection we were not late,

our nature strip a sight to behold

the neighbours’ glances superior and cold.

In our house was lots of stuff

I must admit more than enough.

Into piles stuff I did sort.

What to toss, what battles were fought

Into boxes went lots of stuff

more into bags, I wasn’t rough.

Like soldiers boxes marched to the shed

flanked by bags of blue and red.

To the op shops went bags of better stuff

those shops can never get enough,

felt good to pass stuff on to others

though from all this stress it’s hard to recover.

Our house half empty is a sight to behold,

its new owners came in, we drove off in the cold.

To new pastures we’ll go later this year,

I’ll be organized then, have no fear.

There’s a message in this for all to hear,

sort your stuff at least once a year,

don’t let it pile out of control

or you will be very hard to console

when all at once the job must be done.

To have to rush so is never much fun.

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When we make long distance road trips that entail overnight stops

we repack the car next morning and jauntily set off. Frank will

often be heard singing one of our favourite songs (see below) —-IMGP0005

What fun!

 

 

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