Good Bye Old Pilot Training Room

You could bet we’d be having a little party over here if it weren’t for one problem.  I’m beat!

On Saturday morning (which you may have spotted on Facebook), I walked into this:

Everything needed to go.  I just didn’t know where.

Anyone else having flashbacks to The Decluttering Project you and I all did last year?

I loved unearthing old photos like these ones.  (The newspaper article listed all their names; I blurred it for privacy.)  Those pictures went into the keep pile.

Or look at this old photo from Oshkosh – the world’s biggest aviation gathering.

Martin totally caught me drooling over all the stories.  Into the keep pile.  A typewriter.  A couple clipboards.  A Made in USA stapler.  Whoosh!  We’ll keep those.

When everything was all said and done, the keep pile wasn’t all that big:

Oh!  But the donation pile for the library was huge.  When I called the librarian about all the aviation materials I wanted to give her, I’m pretty sure she got a little teary.  America’s rural libraries are in desperate need of materials (more on that here).

Now if there are any budding pilots, mechanics, or kids who want to learn about planes in our county (or any neighboring rural county through local exchanges), our library’s got ‘em covered.

A little Martin 20 years younger would have fainted.

I have a feeling we’re going to be best buds with the recycling center and thrift shop.

Unfortunately, I haven’t buddied up to them enough to convince them to come pick up any of our goods.  In fact, that’s probably the worst thing about rural life.  We don’t even have a garbage man. Eww, right?  We have to haul trash about 10 or 15 miles to a bunch of dumpsters.

But enough trash talk.  Want to see what’s left?

I still had a few things left to deal with when I went back to finish the job on Tuesday morning.  (Remember – I started on a Saturday. Sundays are always work free, then Monday was all about Gadanke.  So boom – there I was back in the training room on Tuesday like nothing had ever happened.)  And in fact, nothing had happened.  The room was exactly as I left it.  Except for a little more dust.

It finally happened… POOF.  This:

Became THIS:

One room down.  ONE ROOM DOWN!  Yeahhhh.

All this decluttering has got me wondering…  what’s the hardest room or hardest thing for you to declutter?  Is it papers like me?  The bedroom?  Garage?  Wait – don’t tell me.  It’s your stash of hundreds of dusty aviation books, too, isn’t it?  I knew it.