I’ve started to get rid of things like all those old magazines that contained an article I wanted to peruse again. Tore the article out and put it in a file.
Clothes I can’t get in, shoes that no longer fit had to go. Amazing what you collect.
If I have to move it, dust it or anything else, I think twice about keeping it.
Except my pictures; they are on the wall and everywhere. I can see smiling faces just by looking around.
Did I ever tell you about my old love letters? I put them in a box to be burned. Mom saved them and put them under my bed. When my trailer blew away, my letters went airmail as far as 35 miles away. People found them and sent them back. Is that telling me to be careful what I write or watch what I save?