The good news is it turned out the last box on the dining room table had only diapers in it. They’ve gone into the shed, after I finished filling the box with other baby stuff I’d found in other random boxes. So that’s something.
I’ve moved all the boxes of random crap out from under the dining room table and onto the new utility room shelves. About half of them are Project Boxes: 3 or 4 boxes of photos that need scanning and albuming, 4 or so boxes of perhaps-ripped-and-perhaps-not DVDs & CDs that need to be if they’re not. The others appear to be full of genuinely random crap and if they haven’t been sorted through in six months they’re going in the bin.
The bad news is that although the one box missing is obviously a visible difference in the dining room, it basically looks even worse than it did before because you can’t see the boxes out from under the table (because hey, you couldn’t see them in the first place, because UNDER THE TABLE) and there are even more broken-down boxes from upstairs in there now.
I guess the other good news is that I did empty five or six more boxes from the front bedroom. There are now shoes and blankets all over the place in there, and none of it looks much like I’ve done anything. It’s disheartening.
(x-posted from The Essential Kit)