Dr's appt @ 8.50am tomorrow, cos I wanted a specific dr – aarrrgh!
I'm always de-cluttering; clothes I now find uncomfortable due to increasing stiffness [ooh Matron], along w/ other reasons I won't mention [no more jeans for me!], magazines, cds, dvds etc. I no longer want. Some were/are 2nd copies [unwanted, given away, then – God knows why – wanted back]
Craft-wise, I've always loved designing, so @ some point, I'm going to start making my own tops, floaty/tie-dye ones. & yet more earrings [I need to grow more ears!]. & posters; w/ lots of help of course. Well, help w/ 1st 2 @ least.
Usually try to pass whatever it is on/leave it where others can use it; that's what I was brought up to do, rather than throw it away. People are a bit finicky here – they think I've left my stuff by accident, & insist I keep it w/ me @ all times.
I always think if people want to contact me they will. I vividly remember an encounter w/ a former classmate who cornered me, telling me how his gf had dumped him after discovering he lied re being ill; another one said he hated everyone @ college, it was crap, he wished he'd never started etc. This is why I don't use Facebook..........