Friday morning is our trash pick up. I pay for three cans a week, but often do not fill them. I recycle some things, but because we are on a small rural road our trash is all together.
This morning I filled two cans with debris from the studio. Not hard to do. I have been getting rid of stuff on and off for a couple of years, but there always seems to be more to toss.
Over a year ago I pulled several boxes out of our little attic that needed to be sorted. I tossed things that I considered "mine" and set Craig's aside in the upper hall. He needs to say: "save or toss" if it is something of his. He has not shown any inclination to deal with stuff, but he knows he will have to.
Today he went thru the pile of boxes in less than a half hour. Almost all of it went into the van for the next dump run. His decisions prompted me to cull out a half closet of fabric scraps.
Dare I add the skis? I know I will never ski again and there doesn't seem to be anyone who wants them as a donation.
Maybe tomorrow. The van is not full yet.
What was hardest for you to sort thru?
