Well, my part of the garage is all organized... four sets of shelves (with four or five shelves each). I got up very early this morning to finish kitchen clean up and then tackle the garage again.
My husband is amazed, he absolutely can't believe the difference. I've cleaned the garage the past two spring cleanings but never like this where I went through all the boxes and decided to get rid of most of the things I was holding onto since living in the "bigger house".
We took over a "back seat full" of boxes and brown paper grocery bags to Goodwill today (on top of everything that went yesterday). Tomorrow I'm dropping off some books for the next library sale at the library near campus. In a couple of weeks I'll take all my Saxon math and Apologia science curriculum to the Christian bookstore to sell (putting a fair price on them). It's hard to believe those years are now behind...
As I was cleaning yesterday, the thought was constantly in my mind that we truly are in charge of our surroundings. For the most part, it is our choice to either hold onto "stuff" or to get rid of what we truly don't need. How silly of me to spend precious time each week trying to figure out how to rearrange "stuff" to make it look less cluttered. Ummm, Brenda, perhaps the only way to look less cluttered is to... get rid of stuff. Okay, so I am a slow learner at times... eventually I get it. Now I have what I truly love...
Oh, I kept important items and those things that would cost way too much money should I decide to use them again soon (like my bear-making accessories, I definitely kept them). But I truly found I needed only about a quarter of the items I've been holding onto.
Hubby and I will go through the remaining boxes together soon, all of those containing papers and cards and such... deciding what to keep and what to throw away from nearly 34 years of marriage. He also has a box of his brother's things... those items precious to a little boy who died of cancer when his life was just beginning. Our Christopher is named after him. I think he is now ready to throw away most of those, keeping only the very few items not falling apart. We inherited that box when his mother died in a car accident in the 90's... only now is he ready to part with them. She never could...
We will keep our daughter's college papers and drawings (until she wants them). She had told her dad to get rid of them upon graduation and was quite happy this past winter to find out he didn't... he couldn't. Upon opening one of our "memory boxes" this morning, I found the cutest little boy stuff... we'll go through them, too... memories of our own Christopher's childhood. Some things are worth finding room to keep.
I put aside the remainder of homeschool books which I want to give to Stephanie. Along with taking the high school books to sell, that means everything has been accounted for and either stored in Christopher's room for his kids someday... or on their way to New England for the present homeschool generation.
A new season upon me with the past all accounted for... a good thing.
Picture: George Leslie (artist); allposters.com