My friend Ann has no trouble throwing things out.
These items, ignored for such a long time, need to be thrown out.
Reading this post might be like my neighbor says- “Watching paint dry.”
Slated to get a much needed new furnace installed and an updated electrical box-
so the pressure’s on to clear the place.
Buying new lights to illuminate the boxes of junk was a start.
My problem is I think about all the different lives the things represent. Matthew suggested photographing the junk.
I was able to get another one of those construction bags filled to go out to the curb. Two bags of items for donation
But a dusty electric skillet lined with probable-poison-coating when heated, no lid or plug? Immediate disposal.
Remaining plastic groceries from the little yellow shopping cart with the orange wheels, a tea party cup from at least 30 years ago. Half a wooden lemon, a fake muffin. Garbage.
A little felt elf, found in a Christmas tin. My mother used to put these on our stairs, wrapped them around the banister.
Probably purchased at a Church Bazaar in the 60’s. He was looking at me. Couldn’t throw him out. His sequined eyes looked at me. Better than that Elf on the Shelf.
A ratty basket in the shape of a duck and old badminton racquets. Easy to pitch these.
Will I ever need these parts in this old cigar box?
Mark’s old trophy. Erika saw this on FB when I posted and said it was a great item to stay in Pittsburgh!
I don’t even have a record player anymore
Sums up the basement
I don’t even remember who gave this to me
And then I found my dad’s old trench coat, black gloves in his pocket.
I washed it, hung it out. It had a presence as it hung on that hanger
Going to donate. Steve said he’d wear it. Made me feel a little less sad but I think it is too big on him.
Laura rhymes. Yellowed paper booklet . Yucky.
Old workboots. Owner unknown.