I just put some stuff out for a charity to pick up in the morning. I always wonder where that stuff is going to end up. Some is nice, some not, but all of it is usable and that's what counts.
I hear that they take the battered clothing, towels, and sheets, and such and sell/give them to rag pickers (is there a better word?) to recycle the fibers and create new things. So, I never worry about the value of clothing. If it ends up as a rag, so be it. If I threw it into the garbage it would be landfill.
So, I always feel relieved when the stuff is gone. I have more room in my house and someone can make use of what I left behind.
So, that chore done, I'm going to begin taking down the tree. It's been a while since Christmas hasn't it? Well, my parents always let the tree stand until the Sunday of Epiphany. I can remember my friends asking "Why's your tree still up?". They also didn't put the tree up until Christmas Eve.
Me, I just like the tree well enough that I'm not in a hurry to get rid of it. The place always look a bit plain when it's gone.