20.

DAY TWENTY. Twenty percent into the THIRD “One Hundred Days.” What do I have to show for it? A house that’s on the market. A house that’s on the market with almost no interest, and the few who have looked at it probably left wishing they had not wasted their time.

Every time I go to simply clean or touch up or rearrange something I find major problems. The kind of problems that those people on the TV home improvement or real estate shows would make a big deal out of: “Oh, this is serious!” “Uhm… this is going to be expensive.” “I’m afraid I have some bad news.” “This was unexpected.” “We’ll have to call in a specialist on this.” Wood rot and termite damage are the main issues. Rust… everything metal has rusted. Yes, kids, aluminum will rust, or more accurately, corrode and disintegrate.

Plus, I’m still working on stuff. Stuff I own. Possessions. Clutter. It’s endless. How have I accumulated so much? How is it that the more I discard, the more I still seem to have?