• the need to throw away five things every day. there is still some extraneous stuff, but not enough to warrant daily purging.

• one rear windshield. pretty suddenly.
• one rock. gifted, not discarded.
• five rubber whales. but just very little ones.

• one t-shirt. handed down to me and worn perhaps too long.
• one nightshirt. also inherited and worn until in tatters, not long enough.
• a quantity of bits and pieces from my ten-year-old's room. i get the credit because i did all the work.

• two more little notebooks.
• another ball.
• another rock.
• another magnifying glass. repetition is the soul of success, in this endeavor.

• a brown t-shirt. now torn into rags, so maybe not technically thrown away.
• two magnifying glasses. not to worry, there are more.
• another sticky note pad. with less than effective magnetic backing.
• a roll of adding machine tape. yes.

• five more books. i may not ever get rid of another bookcase, but at least the books will not remain unread.

• five novelty post-it pads. no idea...

• books. of course. how can a household be so messy when constantly reduced?

• a small table. waterlogged and finally done.
• an earth-shaped and decorated photo clip. not as complicated as it sounds.
• the pieces of a pencil sharpener. once torn asunder, never to be reunited.
• a tiny rubber whale. ugh, not even worth donating to anyone.
• a tiny notebook. like spilled rice, there is always one more.

• a bunch of plumbing parts. including that faucet that has been dripping for years.

• four pieces of jewelry and the box they lived in. i still don't wear jewelry.

• three flower pots. goodness, i have a lot of flower pots.
• two flower pot saucers. i only really use them outside...

• five more books. apparently this category will just be ongoing.