By its very name you know it's going to be a bitch.
Bursting at the seams with all that stuff you only bring out occasionally, like Christmas lights and decorations. And the stuff that only gets used once in a while, like camping gear and luggage. But mostly it's stuff that doesn't stand a hope in hell of ever seeing the light of day again. Those boxes of things that someone gave you or that once belonged to someone else...you know, the sentimental stuff. How do you get rid of your grandmother's tea pot, even though you hate it? So into a box in the storage room it goes.
I have to admit, I've stalled mid-way through the storage room purge. Maybe it's due to the conjunctival eye infection I'm fighting off. Maybe I'm just getting tired of it. Either way, I'm feeling cranky and unmotivated. Not a good way to be when there are boxes and their contents strewn everywhere.
And now that the days are getting longer and that elusive sun is starting to show his face around here a little more, do I really want to be stuck in the basement with my boxes? The outside is calling to me. It's saying, "time to dig and prune and mow and plant and rake and weed and wash windows...."
Hmmm, maybe the boxes aren't such a bad deal after all.
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