There's a hole in the bucket . . .
I keep culling, sending things away to charity and the trash (I'm almost rid of the clothes I'm not likely to ever wear that I inherited from my mother, for instance), finding homes for or trashing furniture and major appliances, burning magazines or giving them away, storing some things in the far outdoors (like in the pump house or under the porch), and I've been doing this for about 2 years.
Much more goes out than comes in (even counting a continuous stream of junk mail and six--count them--6 phone books this week), and not much comes in except groceries, so why isn't my house approaching empty?
There's a hole in the bucket, dear Liza, and the water is leaking . . . in.
Much more goes out than comes in (even counting a continuous stream of junk mail and six--count them--6 phone books this week), and not much comes in except groceries, so why isn't my house approaching empty?
There's a hole in the bucket, dear Liza, and the water is leaking . . . in.