Day 102 /365 it’s time to go, beer glasses

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    Today long-time friends are making the hour and a half drive from their  home to have lunch with us. And do we have treasures for them! In fact, why not make it a Christmas gift, to be opened immediately, of course. 

 

It’s time to let go of these Hard Rock Café beer glasses, and since our friends have lived in both the Boston and D.C. areas, they are the perfect recipients. 

Need I remind you that we got them at the put-and-take? And of course the Christmas wrapping also came from there. Isn’t it amazingly wonderful that what someone wants to let go of is just what someone else is grateful to receive? At least that’s what we're hoping.

Day 101 /365 it’s time to go, dear friend

    Letting go of a dear friend in hospice care.

Day 100, 365 It’s time to go…and celebrate 100 days

    This is my 100^th post. I don’t think I missed a day, and that, in and of itself, is worth celebrating. Of course, there are many 100 day celebrations. When I taught kindergarten we celebrated the 100^th day of the school year by thinking up and immersing ourselves in all kinds of mathematical activities. Then there is the ‘celebration’ of the first hundred days of a presidential term. And what about the 100 Years War? Was it really 100 years? 

     

   Whatever it might be, 100 is worth celebrating. Today I’m celebrating that we let go of a lot of stuff in the attic, garage and barn. I’m celebrating that the stuff that we haven’t let go of is either organized in the attic or in use in the house. I’m celebrating that we do our best to reuse or recycle what we let go of. 

      Finally, I’m celebrating that I don’t need or want very much stuff anymore. I’m doing my best to live in ‘sustainability mode’. And that is worth celebrating.     

Day 99, 365 It’s time to go, bird seed

     Remember Mary Poppins singing, “Feed the birds, tuppence a bag”? 

 

Well, we feed the birds and I know our seed costs more than a tuppence. In fact, I don’t know if this really counts as letting go of anything. We purchase bird seed, fill the feeders, the birds peck away and we buy some more. We do, however, try our best to recycle the seed containers, at least the thistle seed ones. Back to Wild Birds Unlimited they go to be refilled.

 

Um, I wonder if Mary recycled the bags? I hope she didn’t just let them go on St. Paul’s Square.