Things! Things! Things! A plethora of things. Things wherever one looks. Things one doesn’t have space for. Things one doesn’t really need but thinks one might at some time or another. Things with a funny widget on that you’re not really sure of the function of, but might find out someday.
Its amazing how things multiply. I’m sure they do it all by themselves when I’m not looking. Things also have a malicious tendency to hide away just when one needs them and then reappear just when one doesn’t. Have you ever noticed that you always find things when you are looking for something else?I am vexed by things.
Every now and then, life dictates that I divest myself of things, and I find myself with a suitcase of clothing, some books and little or nothing else. Then someone notices my dearth of things, and gives me things which I might as well use since I don’t have any, and anyway, it’d be a pity to throw them away and: voila! Once again, there are too many things, only they’re not the right ones, so I buy one or two more, and then there are even more things, and so on.
Things rolling around under the bed, things on the table, things in cupboards, things that require me to get more things to put them in so that they’ll be out of the way: a tottering mountain of things.
I’m in the early multiplication stage of things right now, and already it begins to get out of hand. I am saying ‘No thank you’ to things, I am giving things away, I am throwing things away, and I still can’t keep up. Soon, I shall disappear under an avalanche of things and lovely St Bernard dogs will have to come and dig me out (hope they bring brandy) and I’ll be on the news for surviving my ordeal.
The thing about things is that they are often regarded as important.