My father used to say you either ought to move every two years or never move. He had a point.
I signed a lease on a new cottage last week with the goal of being moved no later than the second week in June, which gives me some time. The last time I moved I did it in a hurry.
Although I’ve got some other things on my plate today, I decided to start with the bookcase in my office. Here’s what I found:
- Half a dozen books I’ll either sell or give away – even some on writing. I am, however, keeping more than I’m getting rid of – sigh!
- A box of business cards that when I sorted them, I ended up keeping maybe a dozen. Who were those people anyway?
- Three unopened boxes of staples that don’t fit my stapler – into the donation bag they went.
- Glycerin soap – why in my office? No clue.
- Checks from a long-closed bank account – thank the goddess for recycling.
- Three phone books that will go into recycling. When will the phone companies figure out phone books no longer work – or when will advertisers?
- Unknown number of telephone cables, connectors to who knows what, and computer-type cords. Anything I didn’t recognize or that doesn’t have a USB connector when into the computer donation box.
- More 3 ring notebooks than anyone would ever need – have to sort through those.
- A nice, square basket with a lid that has who knows what in it. Oh, it’s got stuff I want to keep – dry erase board stuff and I think I’ve got a place for such a board again. So I’ll keep that. With luck I’ll remember it and not buy duplicates.
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