Attention please. I’ve cleared the bed. I’ve emptied the giant bookshelf. The carpet is visible from east to west.
Friends came over today and fell in love with half the stuff in my Rummage Sale pile. It went home with them.
The boxes full of my husband’s jumbled trash and memories are hidden in storage….
The theory and sometimes the practice is that my husband can approach one box at a time without overwhelm.
If he doesn’t have to look at all the chaos at once, he says he will pull one box from storage every week or so to sort it and throw out most of the contents.
Here is the first box he’s pulled. And he’s sorting that new stash of National Geographic magazines to collate with the old one.
Meanwhile I have living space to spread out my bigger projects.