I took off today so I could do massive unpacking.

Turns out I unpacked massive amounts of useless stuff that I don't remember using, buying or even know what the hell it was.

Sure, the dozens of fountain pens were familiar, even if I never used them. Many bottles of ink had not exploded during storage -- which would only have damaged other bottles of ink. Today I unpacked some pencils made out of bamboo made for dipping into the many bottles of ink I have.

Which leads me to the question: What the hell was I thinking?

I found something in a box today that appears to be a music-playing device as well as a thumb drive. And maybe a garage door opener. And perhaps a portal to another world.

Who knew?

I've decided unpacking will be about just taking stuff out of boxes, and then determining what I need -- which is next to nothing. 

Why did I move a box of business cards from Gary -- and then to Oil City, Pennsylvania, and Burlington, North Carolina, and then Bloomington, Indiana, and then here -- Hayward, Wisconsin?

Because I've been lazy about letting go. 

That's going to change. As I unpack, I'm throwing away everything that can't be taken to Salvation Army. 

Except I'm going to keep my pens and the bottles of ink and those bamboo pencils and the six typewriters.

Anything I can use for writing.

I'm also going to keep the voluminous pans and cooking equipment for making any number of dishes. Right now, asparagus is coming up so I'll be eating that for a couple months.  I have a nice pan to cooking that and making a decent frittata. 

And I'll settle. This is my last place. No more moving. 

Peace unto Ukraine. And peace and stability unto you my brothers and sisters.