Sorting through
December 3rd 2007 08:14
I’ve spent the day sorting out boxes from the room where we stored stuff while we were in England. It hasn’t just been a matter of putting stuff back it was before, but of sifting through and seeing if we really want to put all the stuff back. My wife and I had a little debate this morning when I suggested some tinky-tonk items (the sort of things people give you as a little gift but which eventually start to clutter up your shelves) might go the way of all junk. At first it was a definite No, and then she relented and four bits went into the rubbish.
I earmarked some of my books for the secondhand bookshop or op shop, books that I know I’ll never look at. Sometimes it seems to take a couple or three workings through such material before you finally decide the things have taken up room in the house for too long.
Later on we worked our way through some of the boxes containing my deceased mother’s possessions. We were a bit more ruthless with these, as we have less sentimental attachment to them. It’s still a bit strange, all the same, to be throwing out things that have sat on window ledges or shelves for many years, or have hung on walls in both her house and ours. (She lived with us for twenty years.)
At one point we got to the tools. Tool storage in our house has always been an issue. Not because we fight over the tools, but because we don’t have adequate storage for them. Our garden shed is too open to the elements, and the laundry-cum-workshop gets misted up from the washing and drying machines. My wife (she’s the person who works with the tools most – I’m not much good at anything except a hammer) in recent years has stored most of her good tools in one of the spare bedrooms. Plainly this isn’t ideal, especially when we have guests!
I earmarked some of my books for the secondhand bookshop or op shop, books that I know I’ll never look at. Sometimes it seems to take a couple or three workings through such material before you finally decide the things have taken up room in the house for too long.
Later on we worked our way through some of the boxes containing my deceased mother’s possessions. We were a bit more ruthless with these, as we have less sentimental attachment to them. It’s still a bit strange, all the same, to be throwing out things that have sat on window ledges or shelves for many years, or have hung on walls in both her house and ours. (She lived with us for twenty years.)
At one point we got to the tools. Tool storage in our house has always been an issue. Not because we fight over the tools, but because we don’t have adequate storage for them. Our garden shed is too open to the elements, and the laundry-cum-workshop gets misted up from the washing and drying machines. My wife (she’s the person who works with the tools most – I’m not much good at anything except a hammer) in recent years has stored most of her good tools in one of the spare bedrooms. Plainly this isn’t ideal, especially when we have guests!
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