I’ve spent all afternoon, post lunch, cleaning up my two closets. There’s a pile of empty boxes in the living room, and several full ones on and around my bed, needing sorting. Among the carnage:
- two printers
- a keyboard (“Windows 95 compatible!”)
- an old wool scarf in the family tartan
- tons of old financial records (bills, receipts, etc.)
- a fish-shaped bathroom radio
- a couple old blankets
- two full boxes of computer parts
- etc.
I’m still boggling over how and why I accumulated so much junk. And that was just one closet, really – the next one isn’t as bad with stuff, just empty boxes. I wonder if I should try to sell some of the porcelain moose figurines or just donate them. I’m sure someone out there wants some moosey knick-knacks…