Let me tell you a story about my bin collection.
I love storing seasonal clothing, decorations, and memorabilia in bins in our cellar.
A while back, we had a bit of a flood down there and one bin of clothes tipped over into the water.
I washed them and put them away in the pantry instead,
not a big deal.
Then a few days after the big Christmas rain,
we went to the cellar and discovered there had been an even bigger flood.
The boys love going down there,
so I sent them down first to count the number of tipped over bins,
to prepare myself for the job that lay ahead.
They stood at the bottom and started counting much higher than I had anticipated.
I thought they were pulling my leg.
Turns out they were telling the truth.
The bins are usually all stacked neatly on the left.
The empty bins at the bottom of the stacks must have floated,
knocking all the rest over.
If you think a bin full of clothes or paper is heavy dry,
you should try to carry it up the stairs soaking wet.
So Chris and I spent a lot of December 29
going through ruined wet papers and objects
and washing load after load of clothes.
I will say though that I had been saying that I wanted to get rid of all my Christmas decorations that I didn't actually use this year in my house -
and since I had stuck them back in the cellar when company was coming and they got soaked,
my wish was granted.
There were also plenty of other things ruined that it was long past time to get rid of,
my American Girl doll trading cards, nearly all my past CSBC name cards from Sunday night prayer meetings, printed conversations from AIM, high school projects including a leaf collection and a Greek puppet show script and puppets, hundreds of handmade Spanish flashcards, all my negatives from the pre-digital camera era, molds of my teeth pre and post braces,
just to name a few.
So if you're like me and have a hard time letting go of things,
might I suggest a gentle flooding of your bins.
The End