Where we live, our waste management actively discourages us from going to the landfill ourselves. They charge something like $75 per load you want to dispose of. The only way that would be cheaper than a month of residential waste removal services would be if I had a huge truck or a trailer to haul multiple months' worth of trash all in one go.
I used to have a hard time letting stuff go if it was just going to be thrown in the trash. But like you, I tend to use stuff (especially clothing) until it wears out, so I've had to come to terms with the fact that I got my money's worth out of it and nobody needs a shirt with a hole in it, or a pair of shoes with no treads on them anymore.
I don't feel I've acquired much, since my wife passed. On the other hand, I've not made much of an effort to "thin the herd" either, so I think I have a fairly good picture of what you're facing. Best of luck!
Congratulations on getting a new computer! Sounds like it will definitely be a relief once you're all set up at home with your wifi so you don't have to go to the library anymore!
I have the same issue with my dentist. They really push to have their clients come in every six months, but if I ever have to reschedule, they go, "Well the next available appointment we have is four months from now."
Single occupant toilet rooms may be the future; but, I still remember a unisex bathroom in Turkey with individual enclosed stalls (not semi-open which is common in the US).
It's cool you got to spend time with family, even if some of that time was threatened by a decibel-level event. I completely sympathize with your desire to declutter. I have more stuff than you can shake a stick at that didn't actually belong to just my wife or myself throughout the house.
In Flanders fields, the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
by John McCrae, 1915
This poem is for those who have died for their country in a specific time and place by a Canadian soldier. But it stands the test of time and honors all who lost their lives. It honors the living who carried on the battle, and those who have not been to battle yet, but want to carry on the legacy.
I like to read this every Veterans Day. Those of us who never go to battle can honor them and do what we can to pass the torch.
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