January resolutions

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I suck at New Year’s resolutions. Even when I decide on super-simple ones for things I want to do anyway, like the year my resolution was to color more things with Sharpie markers, it doesn’t matter. That’s the year I don’t make any Shrinky Dinks at all. Watch a specific tv show? Doesn’t happen, I still haven’t watched season 2 of Lodge 49.

This year, well, I’m not saying it’s going to be different (because why jinx it?), but it kind of has to be different. I’ve mentioned before that sometime, maybe sometime soon, but definitely eventually, I’m going to move because the county is going to tear down the house in which I live. It’s in a floodway, which differs from a flood plain in that I guess it’s considered part of the river. It’s not just probably going to flood, it’s definitely going to flood. And apparently it’s cheaper to tear down some houses to spare some other houses. But this is the only place I’ve lived, and it’s full of my stuff. A lot of it shouldn’t be moved, because it’s essentially garbage. My grandparents moved across the country to California 45 years ago with at least two sets of pots, a lamp that was improperly wired and a waffle maker from the '30’s. These weren’t even good pots. The lamp was a fire hazard. The waffle maker was insanely heavy. They shouldn’t have moved them. I don’t want to do the equivalent, even if I’m only moving across town (I have no idea where we’re moving).

So January is going to be my month to get rid of actual garbage. That’s my resolution. It’s going to be tough. I still have a partially-burned pillar candle I bought at a rummage sale 30 years ago. And it’s not just in a box somewhere, it’s literally sitting on a shelf in my bedroom covered in dust. It serves no function and is heavy and bulky. I don’t want to get rid of it (I bought two, and burned one, so that seems reasonable). I might have two boxes of partially-burned tapers in the spare room. I don’t want to get rid of them.

But I’m going to try. If something has no intrinsic value, and no sentimental value, I’m going to try to get rid of it this month. If it goes OK, well, I’ll have to figure out the rest of the year, or at least the season. It’s only going to get harder. Wish me luck!