Storage Solutions

Last summer we spent a year finishing the basement. It took f..o..r..e..v..e..r.. but it came out beautifully.

In preparation for this change in available storage space, we got one of those pods. You know, the kind they deliver to your driveway so you can fill it with everything you don't need but can't yet admit you'll never use. Then they drive it away and charge you monthly for the privilege of not thinking about it.

It's been a year and apparently HRFP is not 'made of money'.

So today, instead of editing my book (where, ironically, a character is dealing with the consequences of holding onto things he should've let go of a long time ago), my daughter Lulu (second to last in the line of succession, for those of you playing at home) and I will be staring into a metal box full of questionable decisions. Old dishes foisted upon us by elderly female relatives (who could I give those to?), books from law school that I don't remember reading in law school, memorabilia from the kids' childhoods that they don't care about but throwing away would break my heart.

Most Some of it's going straight to the curb.

You'd think this little exercise would make me reconsider the steady flow of boxes that arrive on my doorstep every week, usually via Amazon.

Hmm.