Paper: I hate shredding, and the loud noise and all the floaty bits of paper, so all those credit card offers and 15-year-old bank statements just keep piling up. Fortunately, I discovered that there are places that can take care of that for you (and yes, I called to make sure they still exist).
Random electronics: I have obsolete and broken appliances and electronics that seem to pile up. I have a radio/CD player/tape deck that I never use. (However, if I get rid of it, I have nothing to play the tapes I never play.) I use my boombox from high school more often because of its simplicity and its ability to get radio stations, but the tape deck on it is busted.
I have an upright vacuum cleaner that lets off some light smoke when operated. I need to get a new vacuum cleaner, and I'm a litte disturbed that someone who hates cleaning as much as I do will own three vacuum cleaners by the end of today. (Long, boring story and this post will already be too long.)
I have a bondi blue iMac. The iMac, historic and cute as it is, is going to the recycler as soon as I back up the data. The Palm Pilot has recently been gathering dust, but I am thinking of pressing the Palm Pilot back into service, because I am frightfully time disorganized as well.
Clothing: I am having trouble figuring out how someone who wears the same damn thing to work every day and hates to shop has accumulated so many clothes. I see a trip to Goodwill in my immediate future. I think it's because I've remained about the same size for a number of years (I'm not bragging about that --- that is starting to change in an upward, non-positive, direction recently, but that's for another post).
I have treated my clothes like I treat my vehicle --- I take care of it until it completely breaks down (I recently threw away a few go-to shirts that I've had since college and high school because of the fraying edges), but I guess I have to be a little more brutal about getting rid of clothing. It's just too bad that those hippie-skirts that I wore in high school are starting to come back into fashion....
I am actually a little disturbed about how all these little bits of things that impeded on the parts of my life that I enjoy more and find more important. I'm starting to throw a little money at the problem, as they say, so The Great Purge may also refer to the bank account.
