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March 20, 2017 / philosophermouseofthehedge


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“I know you are no Spring chick, but is there any hop to getting outta here?”©

Ever thought how similar blogs and garage sales are?

An assortment of goods piled topsy-turvy – with the not so goods wedging hopping to escape notice (or just hoping for an escape to elsewhere)

You know the nagging clutter or diamond in the rough all now tagged, priced and spaced out on the table

  • Thought it might be something, but turned out to be nothing.
  • Brought to the table as it was such a deal or oddity. It screamed, “Take me home!” (Now you just scream…)
  • Handed off by a relative or good friend. “You’ll find a use for this.” (Awkward. How many months do you have to wait before they forget?)
  • The “Hot Potato” and you’re end of the line in the game. (A family treasure now the curse of being the designated keeper.How did it survive all those years?)
  • Or it’s just trend over. Item out of season. (Everyone knows if you put out seasonal stuff when people are thinking of that holiday, you’ll get a better number for it.)

All of it sits sullenly. In sight. Like underwear on a clothesline.

Silently grumbling about neglect and being let down. Stuffed in boxes or forgotten in files.

  • Smudged and crumpled. (Post-it notes were never meant to be archival materials)
  • Cryptic symbols, abbreviations, and jumbles of words clinging in drafts. (What exactly was that supposed to say)
  • Mismatched tidbits of in “Bookmarks”, ripped news clippings tucked under the keyboard, an odd picture or two saved in photos. (What will archeologists, or more likely relatives, make of all of this someday?)

Fleeting – or freeing – thoughts grasp with tendrils just like all those objects in a garage sale.

You know how it goes. At first you’re tough, hard-hearted, and cold. Culling.

But then, as you meander through them, you know you can’t help it.

Quietly snatching back this and that.

Not quite ready to let go yet. There’s something – something- still there. (Certainly the value not recognized by others. Just look how they carelessly toss them aside and go on!)

Like a mother dog gathering up her pups at the end of the day and returning them to snuggle and warm against her at night, writers and bloggers wrap up the small misshapen sentences, the half-baked ideas, and the words that are still bouncing that won’t calm down and get in line – all the vague and imprecise ones curl tightly against the wordsmith exhausted, but happily waiting for their world to be spun.

Priceless is in the rummaging eye,

Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge.

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“I can’t help but think you’re getting all wound up over nothing.”©



  1. easyweimaraner / Mar 20 2017 7:07 am

    yes… that is true…. and currently my had is full with half-baked ideas and it looks more like a chaos than a garage sale :o)


    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Mar 20 2017 7:13 am

      It’s spring cleaning is risky time for bloggers – don’t toss out the good stuff just because it’s covered with dust or too grey brain matter! (Go outside. A dog run aways sweeps the clutter away. Dog approved treatment! HA HA) Thanks for meandering along and leaving a priceless comment


  2. Beth / Mar 20 2017 7:10 am

    “… writers and bloggers wrap up the small misshapen sentences, the half-baked ideas, and the words that are still bouncing that won’t calm down and get in line – all the vague and imprecise ones curl tightly against the wordsmith exhausted, but happily waiting for their world to be spun.”

    I love this sentiment so much; it captures so precisely and beautifully what is happening each time I write. Thank you for always taking all the words, and turning them into a thing of metaphoric beauty.

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    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Mar 21 2017 1:39 pm

      Some people are lucky and attract words. Some enchantment awarded at birth perhaps. Now getting them into lines – a bit like herding cats…so I’m told…absolutely no successful experience with that. Thanks for penning a comment

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  3. marthaschaefer / Mar 20 2017 7:48 am

    And some of those snippets of thoughts and ideas reappear like dog poop when the snow melts, cluttering, sticky messes I should have dealt with long ago….

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    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Mar 21 2017 1:41 pm

      And some just refuse to be ground down and disappear into where they came from. Nothing like being nagged by vowels. (Don’t get me started on those pushy consonants) Thanks for piling in here with a comment

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  4. Littlesundog / Mar 20 2017 8:11 am

    My blog photos and ideas… all aclutter in my brain, and keep surfacing. I have so many great photos and the words come to me as I am outdoors working in the orchard. There is much to do in the spring – too much really. I hope to find that “feel good about everything” balance one of these days.

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    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Mar 21 2017 1:47 pm

      Spring cleaning of anything can wait until it’s hot and buggy and you are stuck indoors again. All those little nagging pieces will just have to play among themselves for a bit here, too. (They don’t really mind in your mind…they flip and flop and form the oddest connections and relationships while waiting)
      Nothing lazy about just a picture post once in a while….allows the reader to give it full attention….Warning: the trick is don’t start writing captions or explanations – all of a sudden there’s all these words!
      Thanks for shuffling through the ideas here

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  5. Kate Crimmins / Mar 20 2017 8:32 am

    This brings a story, not of blogging but of stuff. When my husband’s mother died about 15 years ago, each child took mementos. His sister (the only daughter) took the bulk of the stuff (very sentimental). About two years ago she and her husband downsized to a retirement village with very limited storage. Guess who inherited a mismatch of glasses and tchotchkes that have absolutely no meaning to me (and very little to my husband)? So the question is, how long can I wait to pass on to the stepkids? Is today ok? Maybe a bigger question is would they want them. (I have to ship across the country.) None of them have a large house. I wonder if anyone would mind if I donated them. As for those sprigs of thought trying to hatch into a post, my biggest problem is that the best ones are forgotten before I find a pen to jot them down. Even if I do make a one-word note on a post-it, I have no memory of what I intended. I am always amazed that I post at all.

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  6. The Coastal Crone / Mar 20 2017 10:31 am

    When I read the title I didn’t know where it was going but you pulled it off cleverly! Blogging is rather like a garage sale or jumble as the English call them. Love the post!

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    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Mar 23 2017 1:44 pm

      It was a quandary: garage sale, yard sale, tag sale, flea market…so many names. I love your jumble. Fits perfectly. Thanks for moseying through these aisles


  7. heretherebespiders / Mar 20 2017 4:13 pm

    Ah it’s the photos that let me down, too! I use an iPad and it gets so full, they go to the Cloud and I forget they even existed.


    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Mar 23 2017 1:45 pm

      The cloud eats images….or they all run off to dance in the back room with others instead of standing nice and neat out front where I notice them ( and their expiration date. HAHA)
      Thanks for picturing a comment

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  8. Amy / Mar 20 2017 4:37 pm

    Minimilism is “in” these days. I wonder if that means in the mind also. A penny for my thoughts, anyone?

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    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Mar 23 2017 1:47 pm

      Living simply (and to think there term “simple minded” was once not a nice thing HAHA)
      A copper penny? Something shiny for a rocking comment. Thanks

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  9. shoreacres / Mar 20 2017 9:30 pm

    I used the metaphor of a mental closet once, but I fear keeping that closet organized would outwit even the Great Kondo. Thank goodness for the WP draft files. It’s all in there — and little by little, i’m saving that stuff to my hard drive, too. When the great EMP comes along, I don’t want all my ideas to go poof at once. Likewise my blogs. I don’t trust the “cloud,” but it’s like anything else — backing up always seems to take a back seat to everything else. I need to correct that. Thanks for the reminder!

    (I might finally take those insurance photos, too — just in case of rain-with-a-name.)

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    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Mar 23 2017 1:50 pm

      Time for tree trimming and photos. (Is La Nina coming?) Self reliance unclouded is a solid idea. (and I need to back up some stuff, too in these uncertain times and crimes.
      More mental whirlpool or rapids with falls into cooling deep still pools than closet here…RC is so against boxing.
      Thanks for filing a comment.


  10. Jane Dougherty / Mar 21 2017 2:49 am

    Brilliant analogy! We are the repository of hot potatoes for a whole generation. ‘You have the biggest house and the most kids—you’ll have more use for it.’ Yeah, we do, don’t we.

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    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Mar 23 2017 1:54 pm

      We’re guilty. Moved to a half the size house and showed up with relics/heirlooms in a box and now they are all yours…and then we ran (laughing all the way).
      Appreciate the kind words


      • Jane Dougherty / Mar 23 2017 1:55 pm

        How did you get away with it and live?


        • philosophermouseofthehedge / Mar 23 2017 2:12 pm

          Run fast – very fast. (Recommend leaving quickly on a trip where cell coverage is marginal – or just hold the phone out a bit and crumple paper saying “You’re breaking up. Can’t make out what you are saying”) OR there’s the tearful “We hate to hand these ancient treasures over, but you don’t live in hurricane/tornado zones like we do….”


        • Jane Dougherty / Mar 23 2017 2:40 pm



  11. Gabe Burkhardt / Mar 21 2017 3:50 am

    hehehe reading this has prompted me to come up with a new word “blogasborg.” It like a smorgasbord, but with fewer calories…

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  12. Ally Bean / Mar 21 2017 8:14 am

    Brilliant! You make a sound case for the analogy– and if you’ll excuse me now I’ll be off to work on some of my half-baked blogging ideas while staring at all the potential garage sale stuff I have sitting on my desk. 😉

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    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Mar 23 2017 2:04 pm

      If only the closet and the laundry was as easy to delete as post drafts. I thin we need to adjourn to the patio to ponder it over…haste makes waste HAHA
      Thanks for shuffling, sorting and grouping some words to add over here


  13. sportsattitudes / Mar 21 2017 12:03 pm

    “You’ll find a use for this.” Oh how many times have I heard that while being handed someone’s prior possession. Indeed the clock begins ticking as to when it is appropriate to pass it along. Ideas for blog posts often start out as “you’ll find a use for this” but often aren’t ever assigned a hand to create them or even a hand to pass them along. Lots of “hot potatoes” that never get served!


    • philosophermouseofthehedge / Mar 21 2017 1:31 pm

      And after a while you get sawdust and mush. Some of these old relics are a bit like that dotty elderly aunt. So awkward. You just sit them in the corner and walk around them. They so happy…
      Thanks for penning a comment

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  14. positivelyunresolved / Apr 23 2017 4:49 am

    this analogy made me smile, there’s something so easy to understand about this, both on the blogging and garage sale side!


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