The above chest was owned by my late wife, and had been here for almost 40 years now. It is an awkward piece of furniture, as it is not a perfect rectangular shape. Instead, from the side, it looks like a slice pf pizza after most of the slice has been eaten, leaving only the crust and a little bit of tasty stuff. It's a solid piece of furniture that has a bit of wear and tear, needing some restoration to make it look nice again. And it's taken me a while to create a path to access this chest, so that it could go to some needy person.
Why did I mention this?
Well, my computer desk has the same degree of mess that the rest of my apartment has. And tonight, I ended up emptying it, so that I could toss out CD-Roms for software that I no longer use. While sorting through the mess, I found several things, including a $50 bill, a book of forever stamps, a bottle of Opium perfume bought on one of my first cruises as Marian, and a few other things. It's amazing what one might find when one starts to tackle a mess.
As usual, it's 2 steps forward, and one step back. But it is progress, even if it is imperceptible to others. Soon, I will go back to eliminating clutter from my closets, and I expect that I will find enough old clothes that I won't use that will go in another donation bag. Ideally, I will eventually wind up with a capsule wardrobe for both Marian and Mario, having eliminated the stuff I no longer need to wear, want to wear, or enjoy wearing.
It has taken me roughly 40 years to accumulate everything in the apartment. But I hope that it will take me much less time to clean it up. Do you know of anyone in the Northern NYC suburbs who'd like to take this chest off of my hands?