The Pluto/Saturn Gods smiled as my professional organizer worked with me to clean out the garage.
You couldn't walk from front to back without climbing over things. And there was all kinds of stuff in there. Two old pay phones circa 1980 when my Dad and my younger brother went into a less than successful venture trying to generate some income by installing pay phones in various locations. And then there was old medical equipment that had to have been at least 15 years old. Old school photos of relatives who died before I was born and whose names were not known to me.
Truth be told, I had grown up in that house and the garage was always full.
There were treasures, too. Such as an aluminum cookware set in excellent condition. And then items with some value, but which I didn't need. Those made it to the GoodWill location later that afternoon.
We divided the items into three sections. Section one were the keepers. Section two were the throw away items. And Section 3 was where we put items to be donated.
The pile of trash bags grew and grew. Finally we had sorted through everything. We moved everything out and, for the first time that I ever remember, the garage was truly empty.
I felt joyous and light to be free of the burden of all of this stuff.
The metal closet that blocked the garage opening, was moved to the very back. It would have a second life as a storage container for my art supplies. A small number of items lined the side. These were items that would be dragged out on trash pick up day.
But for the first time, the garage could take on its primary function--as a place to park the car.
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