That dumpster in my driveway is losing its allure, its promise of a de-cluttered abode. It is still here today; it will be here tomorrow and then GONE. But, for these two days I need to be trash-focused, and not the kind you see in tabloids. No, this trash has layers of dust on it, spiderwebs hanging over it and sometimes unknown stuff clinging to it. And, after a little while of dealing with it, I also am accessorized with the above. Gosh, it’s just so much fun.

Well, we did get rid of the “foam-leaking sofa”, probably to Summer’s relief because she could not stand to hear me refer to it as “foam-leaking.” Some teenage thing, I suppose. I have even been IN THE DUMPSTER myself. It isn’t really homey in there, although I guess I could have rested on a bag of foam.