Some women turn into their mothers when they get old. I seem to be turning into a squirrel.
I find myself stashing away things that should be in the trash, recycling, or composting. I got a big box yesterday. It had “nice” kraft paper for stuffing. Plus some packages of air. I had to force myself to get rid of all that. Well, I might “need” a big box. The kraft paper would be “fun” to cut into squares for origami. As if I don’t already have more than enough folding paper. Paper that is already square. And I was too lazy to take the air packages down to recycling.
And let’s not get started on little packets of condiments. Like there is going to be a worldwide shortage of Smuckers Grape Jelly. Which I don’t even like.
Time to spend some time “death cleaning”. Do I really want whoever cleans out my stuff to find that I have a stash of Smuckers Grape Jelly packets? On the other hand, will I really care then? I will be dead.