Forgetting 9/11. How could I?
The date makes me sad, the memories still make me cry. But today, I forgot.
I woke up this morning ready to do battle with my house. Fall is purging season for me, and Minks to Sinks is right around the corner and this year I am determined to donate all the many things in my house that I no long need or use that someone else might enjoy. It’s time to let go.
I don’t get a lot of time to do these things, which is why my house has the feeling it just ate a nice 12-course meal at a semi-fancy restaurant. My husband was off playing golf and I had the house to myself to make some progress, and a plan, because I am nothing if not a planner.
I did the laundry, vacuumed, went to the attic and pulled out old clothes, tabletop items, three pairs of old golf shoes, identified about six boxes of junk to toss, reorganized the kitchen cabinets and discarded all the half-used bags of sliced almonds, dried cranberries, etc that I knew were well overdue for their retirement.…
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