Last night I cleared out quite a few cardboard boxes, and I managed to burn about 100 old useless magazines, and a number of old text books which the kids school wouldn’t take, my wife’s school wouldn’t take, and the care & share wouldn’t accept. So a good old fashioned book burning was had! Autocar bible from 2006 – whoosh! Up in flames. Maya, Flash, Quark Express, and a first edition DreamWeaver went to Ash too. Front porch cleaned up, and the boxes went out of the front entry way. Burnables from the kitchen used up too. If they’d let me loose for a day or two we could really do some damage to all the extra crap kept here. But alas – farmers. Keep everything. Just one notch shy of pack rats, and a ways off being hoarders.
I never understood getting attached to cardboard boxes. One or two, sure thing, keep them out of the way, but dozens of them? For “just in case”. Yeah – no. Recycle that shit. Burn it. Get rid of it. Pure garbage. Looks so messy, and squalid. Ruins a lovely space. If it were my choice I’d get rid of all of the kids “cardboard creations” that have sat untouched for the previous two years. Weeze it! Gone. Poof!, no longer a problem, or an eye sore. Sentimentality over a poorly cut-up cereal box doesn’t make any sense to me.
Tools and such should be kept organized in the shop or office space instead of left lying around in every single room, and in every conceivable surface. Kick a hammer, stub your toe on an impact wrench, stab your feet on screws, nails, staples, and racks of every shape & size. Come on, it’s fun! All the cool kids are doing it.
Not to mention the piles of building materials left all over the place taking up room. Promised to sit for only 6-8 months, now going into year three of its placement in everyone’s way. Glorious. Add to that various piles of broken second hand appliances, and you have yourself a party. Dig up the landscaping and leave it that way for multiple years? Yahtzee! Bingo! Winner winner chicken dinner.
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