stuff.

***We interrupt this blog post to bring you an important Pickle Update: There are now six pint jars of pickles sitting on the kitchen counter, in the final phase of production (marinating in their sugar/spiced vinegar syrup). Judging by pre-jarring sampling, they are going to be super tasty! This concludes your Pickle Update.***

Remember how I've been meditating on the concept of Enough? Well, the flip side to Enough is Too Much, and it's a problem. Not that I'm a hoarder of any kind, understand, just...well...I'm in the house I grew up in, so there's 30 years' worth of stuff to sort through, never mind the stuff that I brought back from living on the west coast, plus stuff that has continued to accrue since the move home. I've already done one purge of my bedroom, with round two currently in progress, but the real problem is the basement, and working down there is...well...there are cobwebs, and it's lonely, and there are definitely spiders...

Purging is HARD. I'm sentimental, and there are memories attached to everything that has managed to stick around. I also love to be surrounded by things that have meaning for me, things I love, things that make me smile. Nothing wrong with that, but since I'm crammed into one room, most of those things are piled atop each other or in boxes because there's nowhere for them to sit. (Eventually they'll have homes at E's, but she's got her own purging to do, and space is at a premium until we convince her parents to remove most of her Nana's furniture.) And we're not even going to discuss the books, lol...at least those have both form and function...

Anyway. Yeah. I'm trying hard to downsize, mostly in preparation for moving in with E, but also because OMG HOW DID I END UP WITH ALL THIS STUFF NOBODY NEEDS THIS MUCH STUFF EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!!!!

Simplification. I'm working on it.