Volpone
Zombie Hunter
Good day today, but mentally (and physically) tiring. (I've at least touched on this before, so I apologize if it is repetitive.)
I don't consider myself a "hoarder." But my Dad grew up during the Depression and my Mom was born during it. And they both grew up on farms in rural Wisconsin in a time when you didn't just "run into town" every time you needed something (assuming town even HAD what you needed). So you hang onto things that might be useful. When you can't repair the old lawnmower anymore, you park it somewhere in case you need some parts off it for the new lawnmower.
Over the past 5 years I've bought 3 houses and a van. I've had 2 tenants move out. So I've accumulated "stuff." Old tin furnace pipes, tables, wheels, bamboo, the aforementioned lawnmower, drywall and lumber remnants, and other things less intrinsically valuable. Now having a 996sf basement, a tin shed, and garage space for 6+ cars (I have 2 and a motorcycle) makes it easy to hang onto stuff. And because I'm too cheap to spring for a dumpster, I have to break things down so they fit in my big trash can--and can only throw away as much each week as fits in the trash can. So today I was cleaning stuff out of the shed to get it ready to rent out. Luckily there's still plenty of stuff that can go before I start getting down to stuff where it's like "but I don't wanna throw that out."
Oh well, I guess I'd better get back out there. Gotta tackle the leaks in the roof and a few other things--to say nothing of general cleaning. Oh, and The Dog is reminding me it is time for her afternoon walk.
I don't consider myself a "hoarder." But my Dad grew up during the Depression and my Mom was born during it. And they both grew up on farms in rural Wisconsin in a time when you didn't just "run into town" every time you needed something (assuming town even HAD what you needed). So you hang onto things that might be useful. When you can't repair the old lawnmower anymore, you park it somewhere in case you need some parts off it for the new lawnmower.
Over the past 5 years I've bought 3 houses and a van. I've had 2 tenants move out. So I've accumulated "stuff." Old tin furnace pipes, tables, wheels, bamboo, the aforementioned lawnmower, drywall and lumber remnants, and other things less intrinsically valuable. Now having a 996sf basement, a tin shed, and garage space for 6+ cars (I have 2 and a motorcycle) makes it easy to hang onto stuff. And because I'm too cheap to spring for a dumpster, I have to break things down so they fit in my big trash can--and can only throw away as much each week as fits in the trash can. So today I was cleaning stuff out of the shed to get it ready to rent out. Luckily there's still plenty of stuff that can go before I start getting down to stuff where it's like "but I don't wanna throw that out."
Oh well, I guess I'd better get back out there. Gotta tackle the leaks in the roof and a few other things--to say nothing of general cleaning. Oh, and The Dog is reminding me it is time for her afternoon walk.