The garage project (aka - the project from hell) is underway. My husband and daughter have put in two days in the sweltering garage. My daughter is the self-appointed project manager, saying it is a necessity due to my husband's reluctance to throw anything away. She has always been the purger in our family. Even as a small child, cleaning her room meant simply throwing everything away. By the time she was in junior high school, she would re-decorate her room by putting everything that went with the old decor in huge black trash bags and expected to buy everything new for the new design. She is definitely the right person to be in charge of the garage purge! (A word on the black trash bags she filled with her discards - I did go through them all and keep three-fourths of everything she tried to throw away.)
But a funny thing happened once she got into the garage - she actually wanted to keep some of the "stuff." A box of eight-track tapes, the school desk she used as a child, an antique ashtray and stand that belonged to her great-grandfather may all find a new home at her house. The hard-line project manager has a soft spot for retro.
As difficult as it is for my husband and I to part with our "stuff," it is a little easier knowing we are passing some of it on to the next generation.
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