Here’s the great thing about cleaning out closets: you find things. Things you thought you’d lost. Things you thought you threw away last time you cleaned out the closet. Things you didn’t know you had in the first place. True, it’s counterproductive to have all this missing stuff back in your universe exactly when you’re trying to thin it out; and yes, it means you are stopping, sitting down, inspecting, and losing momentum. But stopping and taking stock is a good idea in general; and when there’s a chance to turn an ordinary chore into a treasure hunt, so much the better.

Treasures I found include: Girl Scout camping gear from my daughter’s childhood; programs from operas; an interrupted crochet project; the list I made last year of excellent ideas for Christmas this year. Oops.

Among the things I couldn’t believe I still had: rotary telephones; manuals for long-vanished electronics; a fax machine (a fax machine!); and a twenty year old laptop, saved because I was warned tossing it meant some malefactor could recover my private information from its disc drive.

The laptop is now on Doug’s workbench, waiting for him to, I don’t know, maybe drive nails through it. Like killing a vampire. Though probably it’s sufficiently obsolete to have rendered my data irrecoverable on its own.

Two mess kits from the Girl Scout camping gear are on their way to my daughter. Not the latest in camping technology, but irreplaceable in sentimental value. I hope she and my grandson will make good use of them.