The new year began as the old ended: putting things in storage. For sixty years, my wife and I gathered things we “might use some day” and things with sentimental value.
Now, the things we “might use” are being used by others—or in the landfill—and the sentiments are in electronic form. Except for one large van and about three cubic meters of things still-to-be-sorted.
All of this stuff should have been disposed of months ago. But it’s not a very fun job, so procrastination happens.
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