When we moved here we left everything and everyone behind in California, except our books.
Our house was sold, and our belongings were divved up among our three children.
When we set up house here in our present beach cottage we purchased only what we needed, beds, chairs, refrigerator, etc...
Seven years later, we need to have a garage sale. How did we accumulate all this stuff?
We bought more dishes and more pots and pans than we could possibly use.
We picked up more living room furniture than we need.
Between our outdoor and indoor tables we have four dining experiences awaiting us.
Our file cabinets are filled with papers we might need any day now, when the IRS chooses to select us for a visit.
Our closets are vomiting shoes, boots, assorted bedding, and suits and dressy outfits molding in the back corners.
The habit of buying is hard to break.
Anyone for slightly used computers, printers, toaster ovens?
Anyone with extra space to fill?
The Goodwill will refuse somethings. Somethings will go to the dump, where we'll feel foolish and guilty for our wasteful life-style.
Maybe this time we'll learn.
