Two days into the renewed purging. If I can do a little each day, it will get done—whatever that means. Yesterday I spent no more than ten minutes getting rid of cookbooks. There is more room on the shelf, and I am free from household obligations for the rest of the day. I’ve kept enough books to lift something different out of the oven and onto the table every day, even if I live to be my mother's age of one hundred one.
Thursday, January 28, 2016
Wednesday, January 27, 2016
I’m back, determined to purge again. The forty year collection of stuff in this house has got to go. Every day my thoughts about stuff clutter my mind, or should I say the thoughts about clutter stuff my mind. I lament to friends but I don’t take action. Maybe this time I mean business. I hope so, in fact I will it to be so. It will just be a little each day but I have faith in the cumulative effect!