Moving Blues

Another Saturday morning in the storage space, another 50 pounds of stuff pitched. I really wish I could throw away half of my possessions. I’m trying to toughen up, but it is so difficult. I set a box next to the the boxes I’m packing books into. This is the box that gets run to the library or to the Salvation Army. I wish I had the strength to put more in it. There are maybe 50 books are so that I’ve had the will to chunk so far. Realistically, I couldn’t read the books I already own in the next 10 years so why do I keep lugging them from place to place, costing me $0.40 or $0.60 a pound every time? Ye gads, this stuff is hard to do and takes a toll on a soul.