Eh, my home is a bit messy but not too bad (other than my closet). Otoh, I am single with no spouse or kids. It's easier (and I'm gone and don't cook)

And I don't know what to do with it all. To the point where there is obvious trash that sits around in front of me.

The only reason I finally am getting rid of a lot of things that I've just let sit around for ages is that I'm anticipating a move. What's disheartening is that I feel like I'm getting rid of a lot of stuff, and yet it doesn't appear to be making a dent in my current amount of stuff.

The words "microwave pressure cooker" sound like "explosion" to me.

I know, right? But now that I have one and have tried it out, I kinda love it. And I have great confidence in its safety features - thick, sturdy plastic, a three or four different safety vents, it seems well-designed.

We just cut out our cleaning service for financial reasons, so either we will find a system or our house will slowly disintegrate before our eyes.

The clutter was always there though.

Also, hi. I'm going to try joining in again, though I haven't read Natter in, um, twenty thousand posts or so.

I've become really ruthless about getting rid of stuff. Some of it's because we lost things, like when the storage unit didn't get paid, which is not a fun way to do it. Books are still my biggest hurdle.

I WISH MY HUSBAND WOULD AGREE TO THROWING OUT SOME OF HIS ENDLESS CAR-RELATED CRAP.

If you delete "car-related," this is me. Last weekend when we built a snowman, we wanted to make eyes out of glow bracelets, and Tim produced 2 of those plastic things that look like tiny tables that pizza places put on top of the pizza to keep the box lid from sticking to the cheese. The idea being he would wrap the glow bracelets around the pizza things and then stick the legs of them into the snowman's head.

He was so proud that he had kept those things. SO PROUD. Because they were meant for this moment, for this snowman.

I may have injured myself because I was facepalming so hard.

Books are still my biggest hurdle.

Books have been much easier for me since my good friend started teaching high school English here. Being able to donate to her classroom library, and hearing about which books the kids enjoy, gives me so much pleasure!

My hurdle is that I can determine what I want to do with something, but I lack the helpful gremlins who will then take said stuff to the thrift store or the recycling place.

I'm waffling between taking readable books to the thrift store or to the used book store. I'll get credit, but I'm not sure there are books I want in dead tree vs. ebook. I think I'll do thrift store, at least someone I like will make money.

The books are the major component by weight, volume or any other measure. One problem is that in order to see any difference, I'd have to get rid of a bookshelf full of books, which is a lot of books. Also, most of the time I feel like crap.

I may have injured myself because I was facepalming so hard.

The bane of the near-hoarder husband--he eventually finds a use for something useless and is vindicated.