Once again, we are getting rid of stuff so I’m activating this blog as a
way to shame myself to get going. What’s pathetic, is that I’d rather write about
it that do anything about it. Jim does a much better job than I do. He’s
fast—makes a decision and goes with it. As I write (I could be tossing) he’s out
in the garage getting stuff ready for our daughter’s yard sale in Pennsylvania.
Actually, we could get rid of it right now; put a sign out, and it would be
gone in an hour. Living across from the library there’s plenty of traffic and
excellent parking. Oh, need I mention that all the stuff Jim has accumulated is
from the put-and-take? It’s not even our stuff!
What I am dealing with, however, is
my stuff, mainly papers and books. I don’t have enough papers to warrant a
dumpster, but the recycling facility at the dump will suffice. It also has a
first-rate book exchange shed: and then there are friends, the yard sale, and
the library book fair.
I’ve
got to get going. It’s spring cleaning time.
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