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  • It's a disease called "hoarding."

    In a way, our entire nation is afflicted with it, in the form of passing the Joneses, buying bigger and bigger houses and cars and the latest of every gadget.

    With all the buy this and buy that advertising on television, it's no wonder some people are infected with terminal Acquisition Affliction.

    My husband and I are both hoarders. My Mom was a worse hoarder. Of course, I still have a few years to catch up with her.

    It began in childhood, when I wanted every pretty or interesting thing I saw and collected many of them.

    Walking to my studio today, I found big hoop earrings with beads on them, pretty! My pierced ears got infected and grew shut, so I can't wear earring, but I saw them as bracelets or a necklace. I wanted to take them.

    But I've been training myself not to. I hung them in a tree near the sidewalk. I hope the person to whom they belonged finds them, though why both earring would be lost together escapes me. If she didn't want them, I hope someone who would love them finds them and enjoys them. Pretty as they are, I don't need more stuff. No, I really don't.
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