The Assault Continues
I've been throwing away a LOT of stuff lately. I threw out all of my logbooks I've been saving from like 1993. Every day I was on the road was accounted for there and since I'm done with trucking, I saw no reason to keep those logbooks around anymore.
I threw away/shredded a lot of old records from the early 90's, found some stuff I have been looking for like my new binoculars and my night-vision monocular, I got rid of a HUGE bag of old clothes that didn't fit me anymore and still haven't gone through my dresser yet. But the closets are all cleaned out and all of my clothes are hanging up-I even managed to put them all on the same color hangers. That's a little OCD I know, but it does look nice. I am finding space I didn't realize I had and there's going to be another two trash containers filled to overflowing for the Tuesday morning trash pick-up and we'll start all over again.
I'm liking this "living minimalist" idea and have grown quite tired of tripping over stuff or opening a closet door and having the contents attempt to knock me out.
Miss Scarlett likes it, too. You know, this is the first time in FOREVER she has been able to push her office chair all the way up under the desk without it taking up half of the room-she's liking that and I'm LOVING it because that chairs legs are brutal when you stub your toe against one of them.
You never realize how much stuff you collect until you start throwing the stuff you don't need out-and then you wish for a bigger trash can-or two!
The next phase is to move downstairs and assault the closet at the bottom of the stairs, then the Utility room and after that, the mother of all clean-out projects, our storage unit!
Here's the funny part-this all started because I was intent on finding that which was lost-which was the crevass tool for our vaccume cleaner. I still haven't found it yet, but I'm sure it's in this house somewhere and it will be found because I'm not going to simply run out and buy a new one.
Now finding it has become a matter of pride.
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Perks of moving frequently
One of the perks of moving frequently is that you tend to keep the "junk" factor in check. Feels good to open a closet and actually see the floor doesn't it! Easier to clean, easier everything.......My father saves every screw he takes out of something....its a thing of the past when he grew up...today it makes sense if you are actively working projects....too many are pack rats though. I am that way with paperwork sometimes. I don't keep any paper more than 4 years....well some...birth certificate and my divorce paperwork I will keep until I am gone.
Divorce Paperwork
Oh yea, I gave mine to my sister-she keeps and knows where EVERYTHING is. She even had something like storage room shelves built in her two-car garage. She can't park two cars in it, but she can put ONE car in with a VERY TIGHT squeeze getting in and out and the rest is shelves. My older brother, same way. I'm trying to break the cycle and go "minimalist" so as to leave less for the family to fight over when I'm dead.