THE DARK ROOM AT THE END OF THE HALL

There's a room at the end of our upstairs hall. Well, it's not really a room. It's a closet. But, there's a door at the end of the hall that I've never opened, 'cause I'm scared of what might be in there.

Last night, Karen and I cautiously opened the door and found about a ton of crap. Not really crap, in the defecation sense of the word, but more like a mess, refuse, rubbish, junk, litter.

So, we emptied the closet and threw most of the contents away or put it in the Deseret Industries Bag.

Now it's clean and neat and organized. I will now open that door regularly.

My niece, AmyWW, inspired me to do some cleaning and culling, and this was my first attempt. I liked it. I'm moving on to another place. Here's
what it looks like now:



This is a table on the west wall of my office. (See if you can spot my niece's daughter, Alisa? Not my niece AmyWW, my niece JennieWW. You might have to double click on the photo to see Alisa.)

By tomorrow (or so), it will be clean and tidy.

Thanks for the inspiration, Amy.

Thanks for the BIG help, Karen.