Now that I'm retired, or unemployed, or whatever, I've decided to see if the blogging is a good thing again. Since I moved out to the farm the same weekend I opened Good To Go, there are tons of boxes of my stuff that have sat here for 2+ years with no attention, some of which had not been opened in the 11 years I lived on Curtis Ave.
Upon looking into them, they now hold what I see as stuff my kids will have to shake their heads over and then throw out after I'm gone. I will detail some of that stuff here with an eye to 1) listing it on Craigslist 2) having a yard sale 3) foisting it upon the GNO women bit by bit. Already I have an entire junk drawer in the dresser here that I never look in. Because it's junk. And already I have closed up boxes and put them on the shelves in the upstairs of the barn. I may as well have tossed them on the burn pile. Or one of the two burn piles out back, one of which is too large to burn without professional oversight.
