But wait, the plot thickens. Upon later removing the pile of junk that resided behind the battered old chesterfield, I made another grizzly discovery.
Now, I am no forensics expert, but judging from the similarities in size and structure and the right and left handedness, I would say we are dealing with a single victim here. No need to issue a serial killer alert at this point.
But I am very glad to get the body parts and other crap out of my basement and my garage. I'm not sure that the cat is quite as thrilled as it is now becoming apparent that the twilight zone behind that same battered chesterfield was also a favourite puking spot for her.
I feel so liberated with all that stuff gone. Sure, it took me a year to finally purge those crap purgatories, and I had to pay the 1-800-GOTJUNK guys (who were great, by the way) to take it all away, but I really feel like I am now floating in a vast calm sea of endless possibility. The shackles have been removed from my ankles and I can float effortlessly out to that island over there, the one with the rum drinks and the dub band.
Have you gotten rid of anything lately that no longer suits your life?