"Buy FUN... not stuff" is my mantra these days. While acquiring more stuff might be a great manuever to get even with the children, it backfires when the goal is the inevitable downsized living arrangement. Current accumulation inhabits two closets. Big closets, stuffed to the ceiling.
History repeats so I'm thinking back to the days we prepared Dad to move into the one room board and care. Three boxes a day was the method we used... one for the trash, one for the underpriviledged, and one for consideration. Somewhere along the line some of the "to be considered" boxes disappeared. Dad never seemed to miss them. Maybe I'll be so lucky.
So where am I going with this? Not sure but if it won't fit in an RV, I must not need it.
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