2 more!!*

*originally from LJ

I'm desperately attempting to pack... but no matter how hard I try there is still too much stuff!!! Unfortunately I'm a total Hector. (see below) I just can't bring myself to throw anything out. I still have notes from my 4th grade biology class "the heart has __ valves" and eventhough I know a heck of a lot more than that now, I just can't bring myself to let it go.

Then of course there are clothes. Things I swear to never wear, that seem less hideous every time I come home, and eventually make their way into my regular rotation. So I don't throw anything out, and I buy more stuff... you do the math. Eventually I'm going to drown in my own stuff. I just hope someone finds me before my body starts to decompose.

Besides "packing" (throwing things into black garbage bags) I'm also putting together a personal website (again), ala Steve's digital photo album (which was MY idea anyways).

Moving on... I read this poem in like 4th grade and it stuck with me for reasons you will shortly understand. It applies to pretty much my whole family (myself and my father in particular.)

HECTOR THE COLLECTOR

by Shel Silverstein

Hector the Collector
Collected bits of string,
Collected dolls with broken heads
And rusty bells that would not ring.
Pieces out of picture puzzles,
Bent-up nails and ice-cream sticks,
Twists of wires, worn-out tires,
Paper bags and broken bricks.
Old chipped vases, half shoelaces,
Gatlin' guns that wouldn't shoot,
Leaky boats that wouldn't float
And stopped-up horns that wouldn't toot.
Butter knives that had no handles,
Copper keys that fit no locks,
Rings that were too small for fingers,
Dried-up leaves and patched-up socks.
Worn-out belts that had no buckles,
'Lectric trains that had no tracks,
Airplane models, broken bottles,
Three-legged chairs and cups with cracks.
Hector the Collector
Loved these things with all his soul?
Loved them more than shining diamonds,
Loved them more than glistenin' gold.
Hector called to all the people,
"Come and share my treasure trunk!"
And all the silly sightless people
Came and looked...and called it junk.

Comments:

2/21/02 11:48 AM srlife "B)"
the poem rox, and so would u after a few shots