Plastic Totes
As you sit to read this, there is undoubtedly one
item at least within 20 feet of you. Some
call them totes, some call them tubs, and some call them storage
containers. Regardless what you call
them, they are one in the same. These
magical ‘tubs’ are typically the answer for a place for something that doesn’t
belong anywhere else. They are made by different manufacturers. They range in size, color, & shape. Their purpose in your house can range from
simple organization, to moving, to a child’s submarine. Trust me, this house has seen its share of ‘tote
abuse’.
If you have ever been blessed to take a journey
through my basement, you would have seen these stacked on top of each other
along each of the four walls from the floor to the ceiling. One day whilst attempting to polish off some
laundry I sat and pondered. Now when I
say “sat & pondered” I actually do mean I took a break from folding the accumulating
pile of towels and sat down and stared at this wall of multicolored
plastic. “Whats in all of these?” I
wondered. “Well this one has Christmas
decorations, oh, and that one there has some extra blankets incase we were to
enter a nuclear winter.” But what about
the rest? As I sat there and really
thought about it, the answer became strikingly clear. They are memories. Some of them are full. Full so much so that the lids don’t even ‘click’
shut anymore. They have mementos from
happy times, times from 15 years ago and a very different world. Man, nothing gets me more excited than cracking
open an old container that hasn’t seen
the light of day for several years. It
could be something monumental, something pivotal from your youth… or it could
be something so arbitrary like a ticket stub or something you can’t even for
the life of you remember why you would have kept it in the first place.
Then I realized there are some that are half filled. Ones that are being filled daily with memories from right now, right this very moment. Memories from the NOW! There are drawings and craft projects from the kids and photos. Those are really fun to go through too. Next to those are tubs that are empty, waiting to be filled with tomorrow’s memories. Oh the things that occupy that empty space. Can you imagine possibilities? Just space yearning for new ‘junk’ to keep safe from the elements.
Well that’s it right? That covers it. That’s what’s in those silly ‘boxes’. Wait. What’s that? There’s more. There is another stack over in the corner. They are boxes packed with the objects that you keep to try and fill a void. Things from people who are gone and no longer with us. Sure, folks tell me I’m a pack rat, and a hoarder. Maybe I am, I am not denying it, but these are the things I couldn’t imagine just throwing in the landfill. And then it hits me… One day these tubs, MY tubs, will be someone else’s keepsake. Someone else’s memories, someone else’s void. I guess it was just another moment in time when you realize that time is cruel, and it will run out on you.
I always tell people, more importantly to remind myself, that there are only two absolutes in life. You will be born, and you will die. The rest is what you put in your tub…
Then I realized there are some that are half filled. Ones that are being filled daily with memories from right now, right this very moment. Memories from the NOW! There are drawings and craft projects from the kids and photos. Those are really fun to go through too. Next to those are tubs that are empty, waiting to be filled with tomorrow’s memories. Oh the things that occupy that empty space. Can you imagine possibilities? Just space yearning for new ‘junk’ to keep safe from the elements.
Well that’s it right? That covers it. That’s what’s in those silly ‘boxes’. Wait. What’s that? There’s more. There is another stack over in the corner. They are boxes packed with the objects that you keep to try and fill a void. Things from people who are gone and no longer with us. Sure, folks tell me I’m a pack rat, and a hoarder. Maybe I am, I am not denying it, but these are the things I couldn’t imagine just throwing in the landfill. And then it hits me… One day these tubs, MY tubs, will be someone else’s keepsake. Someone else’s memories, someone else’s void. I guess it was just another moment in time when you realize that time is cruel, and it will run out on you.
I always tell people, more importantly to remind myself, that there are only two absolutes in life. You will be born, and you will die. The rest is what you put in your tub…