Shedding

Moby feels closer to Ceiling Cat.


You'd have thought, after all these moves, we were pretty pared down. I certainly thought so. I was so wrong. And I feel terribly guilty that all our friends helped us move so much crap that will now be ... relocated.

Books to Sam Wellers - see what we can get for them. The rest as Library donations. Well, D was building a scholar's library. We move on. Any clothes with bleach on them will go. Well, we kept anything warm in Boston because any layer was a good layer when the temp dropped below zero Fahrenheit, and then the wind came off the ocean to drop it just a bit more. Not to mention the necessity of having enough clothes to allow for laundromat trips not more than once a week or so. Having washer in our place means we can do just fine with no more than a week's worth of clothes. The situation has changed.

The last year we lived in a place with many drawbacks. I'm beginning to think the closet space was excessive and bad for this poor-girl's psyche. I am loathe to throw away useful stuff with more wear in it. Moving to a smaller place with smaller closets forces me to kick in to Discard mode.

We don't need as many dishes, either. Local charities with thrift stores will have a small windfall this week.

We moult.

Very uncomfortable, but with the promise of relief.

Anyone want a collection of Fortean Times?