I am proud to report that I did it.
Not only did I bravely face the accumulated waste of months of my own uncontrolled “clean-ups” – I also defended my wife successfully from the plethora of spiders, Nazi Ghosts and serial killers that populate this general area. I almost got a good photo of the open-marmelade-glass-at-hotel-buffets-poisoner, but I missed him by an inch.
But back to my own problem with the waste’n’things:
There were just too many items there at once, without a logical order of what to grab first and which item to move where. It was everything I did not want to see for the last year. My eyes glazed over. It was like Ikea, minus the hot dogs.
However, without further ado: I have to say I’m done.
Here are the pictures before and after. I expect a round of applause.