Keeping Less

My kitchen used to evoke feelings of claustrophobia.  It was of average size and decent enough – yet always felt imposing.  A moment of clarity came on a random day in 2004 when I closed my refrigerator door a bit too firmly and set off an avalanche of magnets.     

I sighed and stared at the strange, molded resin fruit scattered on the floor – the proverbial upset fruit basket.  The remaining magnets had been redistributed. The insurance company calendar needed an adjuster and the magnet poetry no longer rhymed.  Enough was enough!