The yard sale was not really worthwhile. We sold about $70.00 worth of stuff. Considering the amount of time that went into sorting, pricing, and shuffling the boxes around for the past month, it was not worth the effort. Oh well, cash is cash.

On a brighter note, we loaded up the remainders, which more or less filled the car, and my spouse dropped it all off at a Goodwill donation station later in the afternoon. The stuff is gone, which was the main point of having the sale.

I spent a number of hours purging more stuff this afternoon and early evening. I dumped the equivalent of at least three large banana boxes into the trash, and flattened the empty boxes for recycling. I threw out the last of my 78rpm records. I had purged most of them last year, but while digging through the closet I found another box I had overlooked. I discarded that entire box plus the box of discs I held back during the first purge. It’s difficult for me to throw away things that are nearly a century old. I used to collect early records, from the acoustic recording era. But I do not have a phonograph on which to play them, and most of them are in marginal condition. There is nothing particularly rare or unusual in my collection. Also, these days it’s possible to find many old recordings preserved online, either by hobbyists on YouTube or on sites like the Internet Archive or the Cylinder Digitization and Preservation Project. There’s not much point in lugging around hundreds of pounds of fragile old records. I weighed the boxes today. I threw away ninety pounds of old records. I kept one record today, and I have one more squirreled away, so my collection has dwindled from about eight forty-pound boxes to two discs. And that’s probably two too many, but I’ll keep ’em for now.

I’ve also been reboxing and trying to compress some things, taking them out of cardboard boxes and putting them in plastic storage bins.

Despite sending a car full of stuff to Goodwill, selling a few things, and discarding several boxes of stuff, I currently have to turn sideways to squeeze into The Room of Doom. I do not understand how the remaining junk expands to over-fill the space that in theory has been cleared. The disorganization that results from “organizing” is frustrating. It’s impossible to win against entropy, I guess.