Today's declutter was a long time coming. And of course, there's a bit of a story. At some point this summer, I cleaned out our furnace room and reorganized things, leaving a few items in the family room to decide upon later what to do with them.
Well, this month is bringing a reckoning of things like that.
Once upon a time, in a land not too far away we became fish caretakers. We have the letter to prove that we adopted five fish from a girl named Andi. Andi is the (now probably 40+ year old) daughter of one of Hub's coworkers at the time. We had a nice aquarium and I remember we really enjoyed taking care of those little fishes, though I have some faded memories of the disappointment of losing them too.
I don't remember when we became fishless, but I do know we didn't become aquarium-less until just a few years ago (like 2 or 3 at the most). I remember finally agreeing to donate it to a local thrift shop and the owners were so glad to receive it. I was a little sad to part with it because I knew we'd never invest in another aquarium so I was saying goodbye to the idea of fish pets forever.
For some reason, though, we've hung onto a bunch of fish stuff, and it had been stored in a box in the furnace room for who knows how long, and this week it has finally met its fate.
This is most of it - minus some pieces parts that were rattling around in the bottom of the box. I don't know if any of the electric pieces work, but we'll see if some friends would like them and all the food and chemicals will be disposed of. But before I do, I must count it and record it here. I'm not going to itemize this stuff, and I got lost counting it several times, but I landed on the number 17 twice, so that's what I'm declaring that I'm pitching.
Day 17: 181 things gone
The letter was in the box, too. I'm keeping it a little longer - because it's just too sweet. Hoping that Andi never comes across my blog and finds out the hard way that her beloved Finnie, Bob, Blackie and Stripes have joined the Dearly Departed.