I was raised by Depression-era parents and married to a man who knew what it was to be poor. All my life, throwing something out that wasn't objective garbage was considered an admission of defeat. And I've got to stop saying "Oh, someone may want this."

Man, do I feel this. I have so much stuff because of this. Also because of not having the spoons to deal with it. Ugh. Everything feels like an admission of defeat.

Happy birthday ,Tom!

I made mason jar solar lights. Only 6. Index finger numb. Hot glue gun better than previous executions.

I love my friends, but dear god, if I haven't replied to a fb mssg and phone calls, at the usual time you know I swim, blowing up my phone and cell just annoys me. I WAS IN THE POOL. I will respond as soon as I've had 2 seconds to get in the door and check all the devices that are beeping at me and the cat racing around with grass sticking out of his butt, ok?

And now I need to go make up the spare bed, because I have company tomorrow night.

Here is an example of why I have Too Much Stuff.

I got a newer style plunger to deal with a clog that the traditional style failed at. I started to throw out the old one, but then I thought, "Suppose I want to make a Dalek?"

I got a newer style plunger to deal with a clog that the traditional style failed at. I started to throw out the old one, but then I thought, "Suppose I want to make a Dalek?"

Tim lives by this code.

I hear all y'all with the having too much stuff for Reasons.

I will say, I feel much better in general since I decided that defeat was okay.

Two glasses of wine into the Seder. Once I eat the Afikomen, no more food, so I'll need to think before I take that step.

Get rid of the Stuff. You will feel better when the Stuff is gone.

People say that with great conviction, but I'm not sure I believe it.

I know I'll feel better when the Stuff is gone. It's figuring out which Stuff goes, and how to get rid of it, and dredging up the spoons to carry out that plan, that slays my good intentions every time.

I have a pile of stuff to sell, and I've had this pile waiting to be eBayed for years, and I just can't bring myself to face it. But if I just get rid of it, I'll be thinking of all the money I let go.

I suppose I should pick up all the bras off the floor. Suspecting Sunday won't be as productive as I'd hoped. Excited to see Karen, but man, I'm in a tizzy now.

I hope having a guest will make for a good if unproductive weekend, sarameg.

Have moved inside for the s'mores and Supernatural portion of the evening (my coals are basically out, I'd have to build a fire to toast marshmallows on the patio and I am not up for that right now). Nice sunset, lovely full moon.