I don't feel that I've lost anything because the thrill is less intense. I'm satisfied with a sense of satisfaction, especially if it means that I'm starting to make a habit out of pruning the overstock.
What sort of thing have I pruned this weekend, you ask? Well, I got rid of a letter from 1945 that someone kept for the racy innuendo on the joke stationery.
This is proof that sex wasn't invented in the 1960's.
I also scanned and tossed a few of my mother's old report cards from elementary school. It may be nice to have the image, but I don't need to store the actual card and give my children a chance to throw it out when I'm gone.
It's been more than twenty years.
Yes, it's a nice flower. And since it's an amaryllis, it was probably a Christmas present. There were a few years where my sister sent them an amaryllis bulb for winter forcing every Christmas. The first one was bright red, so this isn't the first one. And it's a nice thing to remember, but I don't need to keep the photo.
My parents really loved their last house. They put a great deal of time and though into choosing it, and they made thoughtful renovations. They increased the usefulness and value of the place a lot.
They also took many pictures of every addition and change. Mom kept up the process after Dad died and after she remarried. I've found multiple packets of the same renovation, neatly sorted and wrapped.
I've kept a few from each of the major changes, for posterity, assuming that posterity might be interested. But I've tossed all the copies and chucked most of the year by year documentation.
Of course, I'm still running into pictures of people that I don't recognize.* Who knows who these people are?
The shadow knows!
*(And I have no clue why Blogger isn't letting me put text beside this photo. It lets me post beside all of the rest. If you know how to fix it, please let me know.)
