No, I’m not going to rap along with Eminem, but tonight, I’m cleaning out my closet.
I’ve been going through the accumulated junk in my house, getting it ready to be picked up by my favorite throw-money-at-the-problem-to-make-it-go-away service, 1-800-GOT-JUNK. There are old computers and monitors being e-recycled. My 5-disc CD player that I bought in my senior year of high school. My 2-tape cassette player that I bought even before high school!
Zip drives. A CD-R burner — not a DVD-R, but a CD-R! Dead hard drives. Dead routers. VCRs that mangle VHS tapes.
The empty boxes to computer components that went into the one and only computer I ever built myself — with an assist from Mike Garcia.
Notebooks from old jobs.
A recliner chair that didn’t recline anymore.
Television sets that were purchased before anyone had ever heard of “high definition”.
Furniture that’s old and busted, turned on its side and being used as a stand for one of the television sets that’s going away.
It’ll be good to get all of this stuff hauled away tomorrow, but even then, I won’t be done. I’ll just have made a significant enough dent to be able to see the light at the end of the tunnel.