Sunday 7

Golly, I had no idea last night's musings post would get so much attention. Haven't read the comments yet, so for all I know I'm being flamed off the internet, but still. I'm posting now to get the Sunday 7 out of the way, because today's going to be busy: I've got stuff to do at home and the Sarah Jane Newsletter needs to be named, the editors compiled, and everything set up.

So: Sunday 7. Which doesn't quite encompass seven items and gets very sophilistic at times.

For concrete things, the following have been freecycled:
1 dog bowl
1 cat bed
1 set salt & pepper shakers

In a more philosophical vein, I'm going to claim turning over the Dickens Tea as ridding my life of clutter: it had become a source of frustration and stress for me, and it has now been "freecycled" on to team members who will make better use of the idea.

I'm also going to claim M's putting another dog bowl under the leak in the kitchen sink as ridding the house of clutter even though nothing actually *left,* on the basis that the bowl was doing nothing useful and now it is gainfully deployed.

The rest of the things I've been doing aren't so much getting rid of things as preparing to get rid of things - a stack of turtlenecks set aside for friends to try before they go to Goodwill, buying new things so I can throw out the ones they're replacing while I travel, picking books to go on a one-way trip, etc.

Oh, and this week I file the paperwork to donate my body to science. Which arguably is getting rid of a couple hundred pounds of clutter - me!

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My review forKeep It Real is up on Reviewing the Evidence. See what happens when I have to write a review for a book I tried to quietly pretend hadn't been sent to me.