The Hunger Games: or, Why I Usually Avoid Books on the Bestseller List

I won't try to add anything to deep and meaningful to what many others have already written about this series. I will say that the book was a page-turner and a good read...and that I finished it in a day and a half...the first soaking up spring sunshine and the next curled up on the couch in a more typical Washington-rainy-day-weather pose.

Biggest concern: how the book was marketed to kids...and it is all moral relativism. No definite rights or wrongs, just big patches of gray. These are hard enough areas to conquer as an adult; and to be frank, the youth of today, without the responsibility and critical thinking skills gained with maturity, usually lack the depth to be able to navigate these issues.

Decluttering...ad infinitum

I seem to have a never-ending supply of stuff. I'm pretty sure that when I leave the area, it reproduces (asexually, I hope).  I have figured out the biggest problem: Whenever I move, I declutter rather ruthlessly.  But as the day of the move approaches, the last 10 boxes or so get filled up with all the small random stuff that is somehow, possibly, useful. And those boxes are in my garage. Ick. I hate the thought of going through them. Terrible laziness has set in and my ambition has atrophied. And that is the danger of out-of-sight-out-of-mind.

I did finish cleaning out the master closet, for now. I have organized and sorted my clothes until they only take up one side, including my seasonal items which are boxed up.

What I really need to do is watch Hoarders, then set the timer for 20 minutes, and see how much stuff I can get through every night in the garage.