Tonight, after violin lessons, was a continuation of the dejunking effort. I tackled a portion of the storage space upstairs under the eaves. Books and notebooks and papers. Came across my journals from high school and shredded them without reading them. Reliving adolescent angst? No thanks... Every once in a while I would catch a glimpse of something and wince or snort at it. Thank goodness those are out of the house and gone to be recycled.
Also put on the to-go list: 2 hospital-issue canes from 2001. I saved them because I might need them again, but seeing them back there was a little depressing. Out they go. I'm sure someone else can use them right now.