Now He’ll NEVER Throw Anything Away

 

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Like many New Yorkers, we of the tribe of the minimally closeted, we have a Stuff problem. Which is to say, we have too much stuff.  Most of us probably have too much stuff, right? We are never quite sure why we have it (that roll of brown felt? the slightly broken wooden figurine?), which is the counterpart to to all the stuff we used to have but don’t any more, even though we can’t quite figure out where it all went.

Husband, however, has STUFF. In fact,  he’s been known to tell our children not to come into the part of our apartment that serves as his office (we call it “the nest”) because it’s not safe – too much stuff, too many piles. It’s not quite “Hoarder,” but let’s just say the quantity of  His STUFF is an ongoing discussion in our household.

But today, Caleb wanted to know what a lava rock looked like.

Husband said, I think I have one.

Later the same day, it appeared on the table: a gen-yoo-wine chunk o’lava, plucked from Mt. Vesuvius itself.

In the summer of 1984.

Caleb was delighted and now the rock has a prominent place of honor on his little desk, right next to his pirate treasure chest filled with Important Sticks.

It was a key victory for STUFF.