Dad looked forward to garbage day every week, and one of his biggest joys was taking a big green bag to the curb. Two bags verged on ecstasy. Until recently I never understood it. Although we live in a throw away society, we have always done our best to recycle. Old clothes go to Goodwill.
Magazines go to the local hospital.
Books go to the thrift shop. Regular garbage is kept to a minimum. But still we have the kind of clutter that would have had dad rubbing his hands in glee. But I never knew the true joy of disposal until we bought a cottage. It's a modest affair, but it came furnished.