What's lurking in the basement

My basement is full of boxes, and has been for years. As I mentioned, I'm going to be renting a dumpster to clear a lot of stuff out. The last few nights, I've been poking around down there, trying to find what is in the boxes, and pulling things out to pre-stage it in the garage. This pile will be thrown out, this pile is stuff we'll try to donate, etc.

I've discovered why the number of boxes in the basement has never grown any less, even though I have periodically gone down there and tried to find one box with stuff that could be pitched. I couldn't understand why the number of boxes seemed to be increasing.

Well, it seems that whenever I would lose my patience with Rob about the horrible state of his office (which is, alas, also our family room) and bully him to clean it up, he would often resort to simply cramming all the papers into a box and putting it down into the basement. I didn't know how much he was doing this, but I have opened box after box after box stuffed full with a hodge podge of papers. And they can't simply be pitched, even though they are years old, because some of it has to do with client stuff.

Then there are boxes he just had filled with junk that he had when he married me.

I opened a box last night stuffed with TV guides from 1976.

Gah.

Unworthy

Heard and was amused by this song by Cheryl Wheeler this morning on the Morning Show, and boy, it struck a nerve, recalling this journal entry.

Nice to know I'm not the only creative woman who struggles with this.