Lego revisited

Today, the WSJ had an article about AfoL who have devoted chunks of their house to their hobby (often people who started — not restarted, started — during the pandemic). It’s fun, and mostly supportive, hitting the various notes of how the spouse reacts, and leading with an adult woman fan, and how HVAC guys respond to basement lego rooms (What? And then Cool!).

I’ve been asked more than once if I was going to include a lego room in the new house (always no), and a big chunk of recent months has been dismantling and giving away large sets that were scattered around the house. I dismantled and gave away all along, but this was a compressed and somewhat rushed process. No regrets, and I’ve realized I’ve gotten much better at the dismantling process as a result, which is cool in its own way. Looking in the photos of lego rooms and seeing so many kits I’ve owned and given away, I can definitely see that my long history of getting rid of books so I could buy more books turned out to be quite valuable in terms of managing the impact of bricks on my life.

I really like the idea of joy that passes through my life and then goes to someone else. I don’t need to store or curate or memorialize joy. It’s fine that it happens and then goes on to touch someone else.