Too Much Stuff

Reduce the complexity of life by eliminating the needless wants of life, and the labors of life reduce themselves.
- Edwin Way Teale

Having stuff is like having a cat. You think you own it, but it actually owns you. It’s amazing how much you accumulate over time. I’m convinced it breeds secretly in dark corners. Hence the phrase, “Where did this come from?”

Right now our living room is slowly losing that “disaster area” feel as I price things for next week’s yard sale and stash them in the garage. It should be a doozey. At least five neighbors are participating at their respective homes. We hope to have a really good turnout. The Foxes are no slouches either. Isaac went though another growth spurt and we’re trying to cut our losses on the clothes front. Then there’s furniture, books, and many items from my abortive attempt at the antiques and collectable business a couple years back.

Just where are those Life Laundry people when you need them?

Maybe we should follow Mom’s suggestion (she didn’t, by the way), to move every two years.