Junk...

We find it very hard to let go of stuff. DW especially; he thinks we should be able to sell just about anything to someone else. But that takes effort, placing an ad, and so on. If our best friends still lived nearby we'd just haul stuff to their annual garage sale, but that's not an option. So, things get boxed up and stored in attics and the garage, until one of us gets so sick of it, we throw up our hands and say, "Enough."

This weekend we took two old television sets to Goodwill, one of them our last pre-flat panel monster that strained both our backs just getting it into the back of the truck. The empty space in the garage seemed massive, and we'll finally be able to set up a pair of workbenches that have been in a box for a few years.

On a roll, today we gathered up all the odds and ends of metal scrap, including a long I-beam that was part of the foundation for a lean-to that was built against one end of the barn, and a big file cabinet that belonged to my father-in-law. We found a metal recycler in Enumclaw who took everything, and was very grateful for the donation. And we had the added bonus of having breakfast at a favorite diner nearby.