1. More donations. More recycled stuff. We aren't getting rid of everything. A couple boxes of books, cds, and dvds are packed and ready to go.
2. It's been many years since I looked in a couple of boxes stored in the basement. I have tons of notebooks I've written in. Reviewing them a bit today, it came back to me immediately how much confusion I've felt in my life, especially with broken marriages and other brokenness with girlfriends. I haven't written any such stuff for seventeen years now. I knew I would find that. I also didn't realize I'd kept copies of the funny little play I wrote thirty years ago and that I had kept some papers I wrote in college that meant a lot to me and I found the file of materials related to the 1987 Top 100 Albums According to the Rolling Stone party I spearheaded in October of '87. I'm glad I kept a lot of this stuff and it fit in a single box. I'm keeping a lot of it. (By the way, my graduate school field exams did not make the cut. Neither did my grad school application and the paper I wrote on The Waste Land as a sample of my writing.)
3. I stir fried red cabbage, tofu, and red pepper in the electric frying pan tonight and it was this fine appliance's last supper here at the house. I have used this appliance so much that the non-stick surface is nearly gone and so I'm donating it to Goodwill and hope someone else will get some of the pleasure of cooking with this frying pan that I did. I can hardly wait to purchase a new one when we get settled back east.