I'm a keeper. Though I desperately wish I wasn't, I am. So when the mood strikes to purge, like it did Sunday afternoon, I have to go with it. While Mootsie napped and Jeff cleaned the house, I gathered up every magazine in the house. We're talking four years worth. OK, wait. I kept any that contained stories written by me and Blueprint, since you know, there won't be any more of those, but that's it. I didn't look through to see if there were photos I might want to save because that's trouble for me. I just tossed. The house feels lighter, and it should. Jeff, who carried the recycling bins to the car, estimates that each weighed 50 plus pounds.