On preparing our apartment for painting (heaven help us)

My husband started first, complaining, as he thinned out his tax and accounting documents and his accounting textbooks (from teaching and tutoring at a local college) following his retirement in 2021, that he was "throwing my life away."  Now, he's undertaken an even bigger project--he's ditching all tax-client records more than seven years old, since he's not required by law to keep them.  He--and, especially our son--did so much shredding that they broke the shedder, so my husband has hired a shredding company to finish the job later this week.

Now it's my turn.  I'm in the process of throwing out my entire collection of French books, dating back to when I was studying for my B.A. in French, because they're over 50 years old and not in good enough condition to donate.  😥 It ain't easy to "throw my life away."  (Sigh.)

For your amusement:  I was trying to figure how I got a whole row of French books into the back of the top shelf of my bookcase where I can barely reach them when it occurred to me that I was four inches taller when I first put them there.  😀  (Note to self:  Call that endocrinologist again--time to start that osteoporosis treatment!)