Discardia report

Added to the row of bags to go to donation: Two, one full of cookbooks and kitchen bits, another full of pans and glass casserole dishes (How did I end up with 8 of them?)

Thrown out: sheaves of paper with recipes (from where?), instructions for useless machines I no longer own, tupperware sorts of things with no lids, empty glass jars saved for possible kid projects (I kept about 5 of them in different sizes.)

Also for Discardia: I dealt with a translator mailing list that I stopped moderating. I took steps to hand off list ownership. I emailed everyone who had applied to join it in the last year and apologized, subscribed about 50 people to it, and the other several-hundred of them got a letter to join the organization and pay their dues. WHEW. I felt so complexly bad about dropping that ball that I could not deal with it for over a year. Now, I have faced up to it. What a relief. It is not quite over yet, but everything is rolling. The rest is minor cleanup.

I am a little sad and lonely and exhausted and hurty. I feel like I have emotional whiplash from all the last week. I want to push all possible emotional stress away from me.

I have too much Stuff. I resolve to keep weeding it little by little. I am looking at all the CDs. And some drawers full of clothes. I just don't want this stuff any more.

I also need to really have a computer backup routine and am wondering how I will deal with that.

I am lonely. But kind of okay with that and being alone for a bit this week. It is peaceful and I need that right now. But it feels very odd.

April Fools doesn't appeal to me - I am not in the mood. For years it just reminds me of when I had the first miscarriage.