Herself: Stopped by the library and found a new to her author, Hayes. Good meaty mysteries. After a while the hanging animals seem to grow into some form of grotesquery.
Balance: Not watching a horror film with G.
Maybe I should go with G out into the heat.
There are three good looking, rich looking estate sales. Do I need more stuff? No…not me. I’ve been making piles of things to go to the thrift store as I rearrange the kitchen shelves.
Have I used it in ten years? No. Out it goes. Ruthless. That’s me.
“Oh, you can’t get rid of that! Lenora gave it to you,” says G. Into storage it goes.
“Oh, I can’t get rid of this! A long dead friend made it.” But am I using it?
Have I used it at the last two houses? Into the thrift pile it goes along with a turquoise Bauer bowl and a thirties striped bowl. There’s too much stuff still but I persist in going to estate sales.
I need to start clearing out the cookbooks next if I ever finish with the kitchen shelves.