Stuff About Junk, or: Clamoring About Clutter

I’m going to go out and do fun spring stuff for a while!

Okay, not really. But my daughter has delayed her garage sale until Kendallville’s city-wide sale, May 22-24, so I’m going to take the opportunity to go through the whole house for anything decent enough to sell that I haven’t touched in recent years. If it’s not decent—trash. There’s a lot of it. (My new books will also be for sale at her sale—not quite a book signing, as I’ll only be there part of the time.)

Going through so much stuff confirmed what I already knew: I have too much stuff. Isn’t that something? I live in a house that was built originally with very little storage space, because back then extra stuff was just not that important. Today people rent storage units, because they’ve got too much stuff they never use. It’s kind of silly.

So, I have pledged to get rid of a lot of my stuff. I’m un-junking, de-hoarding, messing with my mess, Avengers de-assembling. (Oh, and I’m going to see The Avengers, too.) I’m even getting rid of some of my books. No, really. I’ll cry a little, but I’ll get over it.

So I’ll be around, but not as much until my de-stuffing stuff and home maintenance things are done. I suppose I’ll get a column out of it. Meanwhile, if you’re my fans, friends, or innocent bystanders, spread the word about my books for sale, please! Then I can buy more stuff. (Kidding! It’s bill paying time.)