I am on a first name basis with the folks at the dump.
|It's new home before incineration|
The recycle people call me monthly to arrange pickup. And still there is more!! Day after day, I gather, sort and dispose of garbage size bags that are treasures (?) that I have held on to for many, many years.
Some times I feel overwhelmed with making decisions:
Decisions, (Keep or Toss?)
Decisions (Do I really need this?)
Decisions (Will it fit in the trailer?)
Do I ever one want someone to have to do this with my things?).
When did I become a hunter, gatherer, hoarder ?
I used to hate to go to the Regional Disposal Center but now when I return from the garbage substation I feel 10 pounds lighter and unmeasurably more free .
Besides freeing me, I hope all this work will spare my children of the task of clearing out this rubble, I mean treasures. It is not enough to reduce, recycle and reuse....
I hope NEVER, NEVER, NEVER to be in this position again!!