Cob Pile
Welcome back ... and holler if I can do anything. Remember - if I got a biscuit, you got half.
...my pack rat accumulation of worldly goods is daunting.
Can I have the tv...?
Glad you're getting things sorted out.
Welcome back.
I have a method that has been helpful to me for various things. It's become a motto of sorts -- start at the outside edges and work in.
I use Genevieve's motto at the grocery store. :]
PTG: Get yourself a woman to handle the laundry, cooking and housekeeping. That's what evolution work towards all these eons.
Then unfettered with the mundane, you can enjoy life better.
I already got a TV, but them pink booties ... damn ....
Thanks for all the kind words and pointers. I have, in fact, started at the outside edge of my horrific assortment of stuff, as Genevieve suggests. I'll have to throw most of it away.
Someone might want some of it. But who wants the type of exotica I've gathered? Need an Australian boomerang or two? A Red Indian olla? A collection of very old engravings? Artifacts associated with Mesoamerican sorcery? Assorted bits of curious textiles? Turkish yogurt pots? Woks? Paella pans? All of it is odd, out of the mainstream, as it were.
I have hundreds and hundreds of books, most of them too esoteric to be of interest to anyone. I hope I can keep most of these.
I AM a pack rat. I have kept everything I wrote, drew or painted since I was in high school. Today I found a drawer containing every wallet I ever used and didn't lose. I don't throw away clothes. When they get worn out, I use them to layer up in cold weather. The holes seldom overlap.
I have accumulated a good assortment of tools, a complete electronics workbench, a cobbled together art studio, and the remains of several law offices. I have thousands of hours of movies and music in all the formats that were popular over the years, the good stuff decimated by numerous divorces and break-ups.
The thing is, I have to get my stuff down to a manageable level before next winter. I must move out of this big shack before the cold weather. The last two winters have taken a toll; I'm sure I can't survive another here.
This requires that I find some kind of apartment or something, then move what is left into it. I'm no longer able to mow or do home maintenance. It is hard to get motivated to tear apart a life situation that I had hoped would see me through to the end.
I don't much like apartment life. I don't even like neighbors close enough to see or hear. I've spent much of my life living like a hermit and I like it that way. But I can't have it my way any more.
You break me up, CG. Get a woman, indeed. I'm not in fashion with the girls I know.
Aww, PTG, even a nerd like me got lucky with a few women after my divorce and am now settled down with one who cooks and digs in the garden. However she insistes I do my own laundry.
I understand your pack rattiness as I am a sort of pack rat myself but not having travelled as much as you, I have little of interest from other countries like you seem to have. I have true junk, I still store in a box my books from my years in university taking Chemical Engineering. I have also most of the Rolling Stone magazine issues for the 5 years I was in university. I have my engineering reports and thesis in another box. Girl friend keeps telling me to throw it all out but I just can't. It's pack-ratitis, a terrible syndrome.
From the list of stuff you have and the need to downsize, I say two words 'Yard Sale' Anything of value not sold, donate to another collector.
"Anonymous | 07.10.09 - 8:41 am"
That's me, Canuckguy, my slip up
CG: Yard sale? My place is so scary even the Jehovah's Witnesses avoid it.
In over 10 years the only 3 uninvited strangers who weren't lost have darkened my door. One was a cop (to explain why a helicopter was buzzing my house) and the other two census takers, both of whom I dismissed by saying the place was a commercial property where no one actually lived. I get no mail delivery; even UPS can't find me.
Having a sale at a more propitious location would entail more work than having my trash hauler leave off a big dumpster.
As for women, my luck isn't so bad that they haven't brought me anguish and penury. I could write a book. Or a song like this.
"Anguish and Penury - two of the Four Horsemen of the Geriatric. The other two? ... "Flatulence and Prostatic Hypertrophy"
Old age ain't for sissies ...
Glad things are looking up sir. I can understand truly how illness of oneself or loves one's is tough having MS myself..I hope things continue upward and onward sir.
Whiskey and women....
Heard this in Mississippi about 30 years ago-
Old man asked the boy if he ever got all the watermelon he wanted. Boy said no sir, never got all I wanted but I got all I could hold.
Craigslist is a good way to get rid of things sans much effort...
Being the daughter in a family in which all my elders are passed on except for my Father...I have sorted more dead relatives things than you can imagine...
I do not keep much, I am married to a packrat..which drives me batty...Start sorting bit by bit...
Hell I could use some jars, and am right down the road from you...
It is like eating an elephant baby, one bite at a time...
Anyone that came up my lane because of Craigslist would turn around without stopping. Even a determined Craigslist murderer would pass on it.
I've got some quart canning jars, awtm...
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