Cleaning Up

There are many ways in which my wife and I are very compatible. One is that neither of us are pack-rats. The HB, being 8, has a LOT of shit. Well, yesterday we had a happy occurrence in that the HB's closet organizer (which came with the house) collapsed. No, he wasn't in the closet (he was probably singing and dancing to the Spamalot CD), so nobody got hurt. But, it does give us a chance to go through a bunch of stuff we don't need. I've already made one Goodwill run (hoping for another), given some stuff to a neighbor with grandkids, and now I'm off to a place in LA where they take household chemicals for proper disposal and electronics for recycling. I could spend the whole day doing this.