I grew up with a father that very rarely threw away things that we may be able to fix, may need later, or just because. We called it the Lancaster Gene. My youngest daughter has it too. But I am beginning to over come this genetic disorder. Books that I have read - are going to someone else because I will never read them a second time. Projects I started and know they will never be touched again - have been sent to people that believe they will want to work on them. But there is a small pair of scissors that are a total waste of space and for some reason keep dodging the trash can. It takes time to go thru cupboards and drawers to get rid of stuff. It may take a couple of times looking to get rid of stuff. But I am not sweating it - my daughters may have to hire one of those giant dumpsters to clean out the house when I'm gone, but that's okay. They will still love me.