Eliot gave me some Asa-free time last night to weed through our possessions. It was great and now there are twelve bags for Goodwill sitting in the living room. I miss the “purge of possessions” that came every two or three years growing up as an Army brat. I haven’t had a good uncluttering purge since the boy was born. And I only got through our bedroom and one linen closet last night. Twelve bags. Our house has become a repository for things people don’t want in their own homes, but that are too nice to get rid of if they can’t be given a good home someplace else. This is a blessing, of course, but it also gives our house the feel somebody’s grandparents’ attic.
I found a stack of photos from my twenties that I’d tucked away (see yesterday’s post). It was interesting to see pictures of myself over those years. Afterwards I headed directly back to the closet and culled through my clothes again. I have a bit of a Boy Scout always-be-prepared / Depression mentality when it comes to clothing. But it felt good to pass on the ill-fitting, hand-me-down business suits and the ill-fitting 90s cocktail party wear. (Anyone need any hot pink silk pants?) I’ve had no sartorial obligations in the last ten years. And if my life takes a wild turn in the future, well, there will probably still be stores that sell clothing and we will probably be able to come up with some money to buy a few outfits that actually fit. I know, caution to the wind!
There’s a wind chill advisory here this morning. It might get down to zero degrees. I’m guessing I’m going to have the trails at Eisenhower park this morning to myself.