I was determined to finish something today. And that something was clearing a table in the garage. But, holy goodness, can you say random?

There’s, like, no theme to this stuff. None. I so love to label things to fit in a nice, neat, tidy box. Which says a lot about me, really. Alas, no label. Other than a hodgepodge/random assortment ‘o crap.

I kept very little of this, to be frank. Anything that could be recycled was. Expired items got tossed.

The ceramic bowl and utensils got put into the dishwasher, the laundry related bottles got moved to the laundry area, the cleaning supplies got put with the cleaning supplies, the lone golf ball got put in Stephen’s golf bag, and the yoga mats got put where they belong. And by put where they belong, I mean a temporary place until I figure out their permanent place.

The rest is getting listed on Freecycle this afternoon. (The other stuff from Friday eventually got picked up on Sunday after two flakers.)

Which means we can also get rid of this table! I’ll list it on CraigsList or put it aside for the next donation pick up. Woo-hoo!

I feel like we’re really starting to make some serious progress now. Which is an enormous relief! I can feel the “impatient” trigger going off less frequently, which is good for every member of my family. I’m feeling more in control of the stuff, as opposed to the stuff having control over me. Which, really, is how it oughta be.

Do you have a catch-all table somewhere where everything just gets tossed, to be dealt with later? (I’ve decided that later is an evil, evil word meant to fuel procrastinators and cause their demise. But, that’s just me.)