Yeah, I was thinking of going with “Agent Orange”, but thought that might be a little insensitive. I’m rather doubtful there is anybody alive to fuss over Sherman’s method of conquering the South.
I’ve rather had, really. It’s such a colossal cluster fuck of junk everywhere that there truly is no way to resolve it otherwise. For a few weeks now as I’ve gathered a box or bag full of thing that simply need to go I just throw them out. No donating or finding it a new home. And I hate it. Some of it is good shit that could totally be used. Just somewhere else. There is simply too much clutter coming in and there really is no other way to deal with it. I got to say it is immensely satisfying.
And it’s not just a massive purge. I’m trying to find things and organize it all again. Again. AGAIN. I’m planning on acquiring more DIY shelving and putting shit up and out of the way that really could use that. There are a ton of pictures that could actually be framed, there’s tons of nick-nacks that could find a home that’s not on the counter. The children are constantly bringing in things that we want to keep, roughly forever. Things that are the stuff of memories, you dig? Things they made in class, that years from now we could look upon and get all weepy with nostalgia. Things we can use to embarrass them in front of dates and would-be paramours. Things we can give to their children to salvage and savor.
But as it stands there is just so much crap. Some of it has to go…