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This Not So Old House, part one of many.

June 26, 2010

Why I Hate Skylights

Two weeks ago brought on the summer project. Was in the garage/self storage packrat den that is attached to our house and saw the tell tale brown stain on the ceiling drywall. Water leak in bonus room. (details of that is for a later post)  The bonus room has been the storage room of stuff that could really find a place in the regular house. And more stuff. 14 years worth since we moved into this house in 1996. It had to come out.

For 5 days, I schlepped up and down stairs, toting all the various flotsam and jetsam of life to various areas of the house and garage, depending on level of sorting that would need to be done.  Furniture in the garage.  Why do we have 9 chairs, of differing types?  Most are passed down from family and have sentimental attachments.  But 9?  Last time I checked, I only have one butt.  Very important stuff, such as childhood scrapbooks, high school and college memorabilia, (found my HS Letter from Track and Cross Country!), wedding stuff.  All that is safely secured in spare bedroom.  Old stereo equipment and the like were sent to Goodwill, along with clothes that no longer fit, good usable stuff, that was crammed in the bonus room, for donation at a later date.  That time has come.  Today, my in-laws are coming up to survey some of our son’s old toys and playsets and tables and things to be given to cousins and other close friends of the family.  The ultimate in recycling.

There is much more purging to be done.  15 boxes of books.  Good books.  Most can evoke a memory of where I first read them.  My paperback of Jurassic Park still has sand in it from that beach read.  Its little triggers that pull memories out of the bank.  Maybe that’s why we hang on to stuff.  To be the trigger, the tangible link to a memorable occasion, good or bad.  One thing I have, is the order of service from friends and family funerals.  Not sure why I keep them, but it could be that last tangible link to a loved one.  Those are links perhaps, when pulled from the storage box, create a remembrance of things past.  It will be an interesting task this summer to sort what is truly worth keeping, and what should be recycled so that someone else may link a memory to the object.

7 Comments leave one →
  1. June 27, 2010 10:38 am

    This is yet another indication (like signposts I keep passing) that maybe what we (and by “we” I mean “me”) each need to do is to write down those specific memories when the trigger goes off. Think of the treasure trove you would THEN possess – rather than a room stuffed to overflowing with useless, but meaningful, things – you would have a collection of memories to be shared and passed down from generation to generation. And we all have space for that.

    • June 27, 2010 7:48 pm

      The more I look at things, the more I like the idea of writing. Whether through a blog that I share with those that wish to share with me, or keep a private journal, your idea of writing is awesome! :)

  2. Annie permalink
    June 27, 2010 5:28 pm

    I wish I had a lot of stuff to go through but left it in ILM. I purged & cried my eyes out. ((hugs))

    • June 27, 2010 7:46 pm

      I have waffled back and forth over what is truly important to keep, and what needs to find another home. Recycling something useful to someone else is gratifying in and of itself!

  3. Sarah permalink
    June 27, 2010 11:00 pm

    Who’s doing the repair for your damages? I’m having a hard time getting someone to return my calls to fix the damage in our house. Minor, compared to yours.

    But more importantly, does the letter jacket still fit?

    • June 28, 2010 3:21 pm

      Still waiting on bids. Got 2 coming.

      Actually the letter jacket is long gone, the letter is all I have!

  4. June 28, 2010 6:55 pm

    That’s what originally got me into blogging – for years I kept “stuff” to scrapbook and never did! I figured if I wrote about the actual memory, it’d stick with me more than the ticket stub would!

    Purging through old stuff can be a great exercise – both bringing up good memories and letting go of old stuff.

    And that window damage does NOT look good!

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