Before I begin, let's take care of the missing elephant in the room. Yes, I know I've not posted anything in a very log time, and I intend to rectify that. And no, this has nothing to do with the Everlasting Living Room project which will make many of you glad beyond words.
Recently, I decided I needed to retire from the work I am doing. Yes, thank you and yes, tears, and yes, there are reasons other than just not wanting to work, but other reasons seem more in play than I can put here. So anyway, as part of all that, we've decided to sell the house. Yes, the house with the nifty new living room. This also means that much of the stuff we have must be sorted, trashed, and/or packed.
This also means I get to go up into the attic. The attic is my 2nd least favorite place to spend time, right behind the crawl space under the house. Not just because, you know...spiders, but also because there is a lot of junk up there I have no idea WHY it's up there. I am loathe to discover a lot of stuff I'd rather not face.
So, finally the day arrives and up I go and time I spend and I discover what so many people at work already know...I'm a box hoarder. (Is there a Box Hoarders Anonymous Group? Again, I digress.) Now this is not like those TV shows about the people who hoard newspapers and boxes and take out containers and dogs and all manner of things unmentionable. This is just boxes. Empty boxes.
You see, at work I ship things. The other guys will bring me some oddly shaped item or several small items and ask me to ship them off to far flung lands (state wide) and I have to have boxes to use to ship said items. To prevent me having to spend my days spelunking in the cardboard collection bins, I collect boxes to be prepared for such shipping. At home, it's not the same but it is the same. I may purchase a new printer or vacuum cleaner or even a new blender and then, in case we need it, I keep the box. This is just in case we decide that the item doesn't meet our needs, and we wish to return it. Packed back up in it's original box makes it easier to return.
You see where I'm going here?
That's right, the attic is filled with lots of stored stuff, but I discovered that about half the boxes up there were empty. Some going back more than 20 years! Marv the Hoarder strikes again.
So, now the boxes are flattened, taken to recycling (I'm so green Kermit is jealous!) and I'm set to pack things off to the thrift store donation bins this next weekend.
And, in case you're wondering, we're still moving to a mid-south area.
Cuz we likes the South, we does. Or Mid South...you get the idea...
This also means I get to go up into the attic. The attic is my 2nd least favorite place to spend time, right behind the crawl space under the house. Not just because, you know...spiders, but also because there is a lot of junk up there I have no idea WHY it's up there. I am loathe to discover a lot of stuff I'd rather not face.
So, finally the day arrives and up I go and time I spend and I discover what so many people at work already know...I'm a box hoarder. (Is there a Box Hoarders Anonymous Group? Again, I digress.) Now this is not like those TV shows about the people who hoard newspapers and boxes and take out containers and dogs and all manner of things unmentionable. This is just boxes. Empty boxes.
You see, at work I ship things. The other guys will bring me some oddly shaped item or several small items and ask me to ship them off to far flung lands (state wide) and I have to have boxes to use to ship said items. To prevent me having to spend my days spelunking in the cardboard collection bins, I collect boxes to be prepared for such shipping. At home, it's not the same but it is the same. I may purchase a new printer or vacuum cleaner or even a new blender and then, in case we need it, I keep the box. This is just in case we decide that the item doesn't meet our needs, and we wish to return it. Packed back up in it's original box makes it easier to return.
You see where I'm going here?
That's right, the attic is filled with lots of stored stuff, but I discovered that about half the boxes up there were empty. Some going back more than 20 years! Marv the Hoarder strikes again.
So, now the boxes are flattened, taken to recycling (I'm so green Kermit is jealous!) and I'm set to pack things off to the thrift store donation bins this next weekend.
And, in case you're wondering, we're still moving to a mid-south area.
Cuz we likes the South, we does. Or Mid South...you get the idea...
