Stir it Up

We spent the weekend rearranging the house. The Man decided to set up a home office so that his weekends can be spent at home rather than in transit or at the office and I was ready to change it up a bit in the living room(s).

We are much better about it than we used to be, but we're mail hoarders. For years, every piece of mail that came into the house stayed in the house. We would let the bills and junk mail form these avalanche-prone piles that we would scoop up and cram into a bag or box if we were 'cleaning'. Then the bags and boxes would be consolidated into a larger bag or box and stuffed into a corner or under a bed or into a closet. We have boxes in our garage that have moved with us for over ten years because we're afraid to throw them out, yet we are too lazy to go through them.

Like I said, we're much better than we used to be, so there really aren't many new boxes, but the old ones are everywhere. In rearranging, we unearthed unacceptable amounts of junk. The Man borrowed a shredder and went to town getting rid of it. I was thrilled. Then I stopped to wonder if her was so shredder-happy because he wanted to be sure that every last bit of any possible paper trail from his affairs was gone. You know - receipts, phone bills, e-mails... Then I decided that if that's what he was doing, then GOOD. If there was anything to 'find', I've had two years to go through that crap and do so. If he wants rid our home of old ghosts and start fresh, then YAY!