Hmm. Independence is a wonderful thing. I remember moving into my first apartment, all prepared to take on the world by myself. I had a mattress on the floor, one Revere saucepan and one Revere frying pan, a few plates, a few glasses and cups, a few utensils, and a wooden fruit crate with a couple of boards nailed to it for a coffee table. Life was good. I think it was a couple of weeks before I actually acquired a chair and a couch for the living room. Longer after that before I actually got a table and chairs for the dining room. So, where in the heck did all this junk come from? I have been doing my best today (well, it’s after midnight, so I guess I should say yesterday) to declare my independence from JUNK! My spare bedroom has been a depository for nearly everything that has been cluttering other rooms in the house, to the point where you could barely walk into the room. Well, you can walk into it now. Unfortunately, that means there are now piles of stuff in the living room! 🙄 The good thing is, there is a recycle pile, a donate pile, a trash pile, and a keep pile. The keep pile is very small. I need to get back to the simple life, where all I have is exactly what I need. I want to get rid of the clutter so I can buy more thread, more fabric, more paints, dyes, crystals, notions, batting, etc!! Retirement is coming. I have to have the things I will need. I don’t need clothes that are too big, too small; I don’t need books that I have read and no longer have time for (thank goodness for Audible); I have boxes of photos that are ancient. I suppose I should find time to scan them into the computer. I have tons of financial paperwork that has to be organized and filed. I have unsuitable furniture that should be donated to someone who can use it. I need a wife!! No – wait – I was going for independence here, not dependence. Oh nevermind, I’ll get back to getting rid of this stuff on my own. It may take some time, but I’ll get there.