are often difficult for me to make decent use of. This year I am making a robust effort to clean out old closets and donate their contents (I mean actual physical closets, not metaphorical ones). It’s a bigger job than I expected. No matter how forgotten an old book is to me, and even if I was never all that fond of it ten years ago, there’s still an emotional attachment, and I must find it a good home. As used book stores are trying to reduce their inventories for the year’s end, this isn’t easy.
Donating and selling old clothes is a little strange, as most of the clothes I’m letting go of seem to belong to someone else; they’re six sizes bigger and meant for an executive secretary. In other words, what I used to be. The culmination of all this cleaning out will be a bonfire on New Year’s Eve. I have quite a few old notebooks and paintings that just have no place anymore, and need a proper sending off. A big fire at year’s end has been a human ritual for a long time, and it makes a lot of sense. I’ll write again after the new year, with notes on how this project turned out.