Hoo-boy, and don’t even go where your 7th grade mind might be wanting to take you. Stop it.
I’m talking literally here. I’m talking about the previous “greatest” generation. I’m talking about the ones who lived through the Great Depression of the 1930’s, not that little thing that happened eight years ago.
This is how it came down, and it truly explains a lot. I cook breakfast for the folks if I get there early enough, and they haven’t already eaten. This morning, when I was cleaning up and wiping down the counters, I asked Dad if I could toss the contents of this little bowl pictured below.
He said, and this is a direct quote, “No keep it. I need it in case I make pancakes. It’s nut dust.” I want to go on record here. I am NOT making this up.
Now, I have been at the farm six weeks, and I haven’t seen a pancake flipped here in all that time. I’m just sayin’. He could have made pancakes. I’m not here for every single meal. I haven’t seen any pancakes, though.
I’m going to give myself a minute to think about the significance of nut dust…
- That’s why the folks’ pantry could feed our family from now until Tax Day, 2017, minus bread, milk, and eggs.
- That’s why none of us will be cold any winter for the rest of our lives for lack of wool blankets and other bed linens.
- That’s why I have a pile of “treasures” at the bottom of my bed to take back to my tiny home when I return to North Carolina.
The KonMari Method of tidying promotes holding an object. If it “sparks” joy, keep it. If it doesn’t, toss it. The phrase “nut dust” is going to be my indicator for keeping or tossing from now on. To each his own, but quite frankly “nut dust” doesn’t even begin to spark joy with me, though apparently my dad holds a different opinion.
One man’s trash is another’s “nut dust.” And vice versa. I need to remember this.