For those of you who know me, you know that I hate clutter. I try, and usually succeed, to maintain a clutter-free home. Occasionally, I will open the front door, take a good, hard look around, decide there is too much clutter and that it has got to go!
What my home usually needs is a just bit of straightening up here and some cleaning there, and my clutter panic spell has run its course. Recently, however, I was presented with a challenge. A local charity was having a garage/book sale and was soliciting donations of books, clothing, electronics in working condition, etc. Time to recycle that clutter!
I had a mission and I had a deadline. Perfect!
I started with the obvious clutter lying around, then began going through my apartment, section by section, and getting rid of stuff. It was glorious! After that, I headed down to the garage which is not so glorious. It is dark with lots of creepy spiders, roaches, beetles, centipedes and frogs. Yes, frogs. It had rained a lot recently and I learned that a small stream of water was running along inside of the right side of the garage. A dead leaf floated lazily by.
I eliminated so much stuff that I had to make two trips. On day one, I delivered approximately eight grocery-sized bags filled with anything you can imagine and one storage tub filled with messenger bags and backpacks (I got the tub back). On day two, I delivered a smaller haul: A floor lamp, a tub filled with more odds and ends, a food saver and a bread maker. (It takes up a lot of space, I know how to make bread, anyway, and I like my homemade bread better.)
You’d think I’d be finished. But no. I then filled up four paper grocery bags with books and DVDs which are destined to the used book store where I will exchange them for cold, hard cash. Hopefully at least $30.
Then I have some paperwork and shredding to do. I am not looking forward to that.
And then there are my CDs which I never actually use. But that’s a discussion for another day.