I am trying - really, really trying - to sort through the boxes of stuff that have been parked in my basement and back bedroom for the last decade (at least). This is not a project that plays to my strengths. Rather it involves every known weakness I (and apparently half my genetic fore-bearers) possess. Lack of organizational skills, lack of self-discipline, total disinterest in actually finishing anything - except dessert.
Of course, the real mystery is why my grandmother kept them and why I am having the worst time throwing them away.