S has been badly knocked around by a serious dose of nesting over the last few weeks and it seems the nesting virus has skipped over to me as well. Finally hanging the propganda art I picked up in Vietnam, mowing the lawn, cleaning my office (well sort of cleaning) and I even bought a toolbox.
S was very chuffed with the toolbox as it gives me somewhere to keep all the building materials I’ve gathered up — the washers that are too small for any bolts, the bolts that are too big for any nuts, the nuts that are threaded, the screws with the mismtached thread, the wall hangers that are too weak to hold up a feather, the new nails, the bent nails, the old and rusty nails and various other nick nacks that I may need someday somewhere.
I hope the baby inherits my tendancy to collect things — I believe it is hereditary as both my father and grandfather were avid “stuff” collectors.
I guess you inherited Dad’s packratitis. Whereas I think that I inherited Mum’s obsession with organising which was probably developed to counteract the ever mounting piles of really good stuff that you might need one day – even if it is an unopened copy of Windows 3.1…
Mmmmmm, packratitis, is that a scientific term? Actually there’s been an incredible amount of tidying up and (wait for it) throwing out of ‘really good stuff’ lately. Maybe the packratitis has just moved north to Jakarta. Maybe it’s just a boy thing and if the baby is a boy then make room for him to collect his treasures.