Chair

I had one of my all-too-rare fits of housecleaning recently. To be more specific, it was the eternal mess of my garage that I felt the need to tackle. When I was done, I had ten large garbage bags full of junk, along with other stuff (a broken cooler, a couple of old broken plastic buckets, etc.). This doesn't include the enormous mound of broken-down boxes (damn you, Amazon!) that will go into the recycling next week.

But for the garbage, I had to schedule a special "spring cleaning" garbage pickup, where one can put out much more trash than usual. And in addition to a big pile of garbage bags, I also had the option of putting out some "bulky items".

So it was time for the chair to go.

This chair was one I inherited from one of my favorite aunts when she died back in 1993. It's one of those high-backed single-person chairs, a style that isn't made these days. It served me well when I was in grad school, and when I got my first apartment. But when I bought my house, it didn't really fit in. It had also become faded and worn. Eventually, one of my cats decided to start using it as a scratching post, and before I realized what was happening, it was pretty much torn up.

But, it was my favorite aunt's chair.

Nevertheless, I put it out this morning, and watched as it got tossed in the back of the garbage truck and driven away.

It's good to clear old stuff out of one's life from time to time.

I suppose.