Yesterday the temperature was in the 90's, with a dew point in the low 70's. In other words, it was hot and humid. Very hot. Very humid. Not a day for physical labor outside. And yet, there we were, outside hauling junk up the hill and dumping it into a friend's trailer. Left over wood from a project begun five years ago, and still unfinished (though functional), office furniture from another lifetime. Despite several attempts to donate said furniture, including posting it on freecycle, I had no takers. Couldn't even give the stuff away, yet couldn't figure out a way to toss it either. A friend offered to bring his trailer and allow me to dump the stuff in the dumpster at his business. Because of the holiday, his crews won't be dumping in it until Tuesday or Wednesday, and it gets picked up on Friday, leaving room for my stuff this week.
Although the junk sitting behind my house had made me think of the term "white trash" when I stood in my back yard and looked at the house, I underestimated how cathartic it would be to get rid of it. Not only does the area around the house look better, it feels like a whole set of baggage from the past is gone also. No more reminders of conflict over getting rid of the stuff. No more reminders of promises made to take care of it, promises made simply to "pacify" me, with no intention or accountability of ever following through.
One more step in the process of moving on. Thanks be to God.
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