STUFF: part two of her working biography

She owned lots of stuff. Mostly dishes, clothes and an assortment of kitschy knickknacks. If you opened any of her drawers or cupboards anywhere in her tiny apartment, you would likely come across a plethora of knickknacks stacked and shoved unceremoniously away. Her shelves were stacked with boxes brimming with more stuff. Old photographs, letters, cards, school papers and other miscellaneous papers that she didn't really know what to do with but couldn't bear to part with. Really when it came right down to it, she lived in a dusty fire hazard. This wasn't terribly unusual, she supposed. Lots of people had lots of stuff. People made livings out of carving out pathways in the homes of pack-rats. She had seen plenty of TV shows about this very topic back when she used to get more than five basic channels. She knew she wasn't nearly as hopeless as those poor slobs on the TV. But still.