Going, going, gone. About 5 years ago we did a massive, huge, gigantic sort, clean and pitch effort. Now it's all come back--things we saved were like rabbits and multiplied without permission or purpose. I had stored some old paintings (most unfinished acrylic) in my bedroom closet. I looked through them this week-end and it's time to say good-bye. There are one or two (completed) I might offer to my son, but that's about it. If he doesn't want them, it's the trash man's delight.
I have been encouraged in this effort hearing about an acquaintance who has been a hoarder all her life, and is now in the early stages of dementia. A professional agency has been called in, but after 3 months, little progress has been made. In a recent stay in a nursing home (she has returned home), she even managed to save things in her room. I'm not a hoarder, but have some odd and unusual piles of junk.
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