Purging and Regrets

As we trudge through the fourth month of a Manitoba winter, the stir-craziness starts to make itself known. We're fighting it by tackling the basement for a long overdue purge.

The problem with being prepared is that you want to be prepared for anything and everything. For most of us, that's not realistic. Stuff takes up space, and you can only keep so much on hand. Camping, gardening, hunting, communications, security, and every other type of gear would fill my entire basement, and I'm one of the lucky ones who has a basement.

But before I can begin to acquire even a fraction of what I should have on hand, I need some place to store it. Which means decluttering, purging, sorting, or whatever you want to call it.

We've been doing a little here and a little there, but we are specifically trying to open up some space in the basements, so the is going to be a hard weekend, where we have to honestly answer "am I ever going to use this item again?" As much as I'd like to think that I will eventually read the classics, I know I'm going to have a box of Dickens and Hardy and Dumas hardcovers to give away come Monday. Plus three lawnchairs (because nobody needs more than six), that extra lamp, and the box of stuffed animals from my childhood room that has't been opened in the last two decades.

Some will be trash, some will be donated, and some we'll try to sell. We'll reinvest those funds in something actually worth keeping.

Then we'll tackle the laundry room/workshop.