accumulated rubbish finest prize possessions of many years ready for removal is not an easy task. Anyone undertaking this painful procedure needs to be ultra organised. (Stop laughing). In theory we’ve got an excellent system in place, but it doesn’t work how it’s supposed to. Nothing new there then. So in no particular order the itinerary is as follows:
- Storage items.
- Charity shop stuff, (they could open up another store by now). Us two big softy’s would rather give to a good cause than sell on E-bay. Hello Halo…
- Recycling, including “specialised recycling.” Dave’s previous laptop died over two years ago, and it’s been sat in it’s case behind the settee ever since. We also discovered several dead mobile phones, some of which were buried in their original boxes. Why even keep a future phone coffin in the first place? Then there’s the old battery recharger that we’ve no idea what it belongs to…
- General Bin fodder, I’d be sat here till Christmas doing an inventory on that lot…
- Paper recycling. Yes, the truly mind numbing task of shredding “important” documents that date back to 1822 (give or take a couple of years). The shredder protested by over-heating at regular intervals. So on the bright side we got regular tea breaks while it calmed down.
- And last but not least, what’s being bunged in the suitcases we’re going to have to live out of…
Appears relatively straightforward? This “system” might sound well organised whilst saving the planet at the same time. But bring human indecisiveness into the equation and it’s a recipe for disaster, which has resulted in several petty, pathetic arguments over the past week.
After three days of going back and forth to the storage lockup, I remember saying something along the lines of: “Well we must’ve waded through the majority of it all now.” Will I ever learn not to announce such a positive statement about a job that’s part way through?
Every day so far we’ve come back with stuff to re-categorise, then re-organise, then redistribute…
It wouldn’t surprise me if reading this you might think we’ve always had to wade through junk to get from one end of the boat to the other, (even one side to the other). TT is a big floater and we both like the “minimalist look” which ironically it has been till now.
But after wading through the contents of cupboards and sets of drawers, it’s the total opposite. They’re nearly all empty now, so at the moment we really are wading through black bags amidst this highly unsuccessful system of ours. Plus there’s two of Dave’s toolboxes sat on the floor awaiting storage. (Well it’s different to tip toeing through the tulips).
I wouldn’t care but we’re only taking our personal stuff and clothes, all the fixtures and fittings remain put.
Ah yes, there’s another thing to mention, THE CLOTHES PARTY. This in itself requires a unique sub-system. Again, at first glance it appears to be a fairly simple choice:
3) Charity shop (again).
4) The surprise section, some of it turned out to be BIN FODDER.
However actually DECIDING what goes where is another matter. Even discovered a few “lost” T shirts from our last visit to Florida in 2006. Never been worn since.
Then there were some old jumpers full of bobbly bits. A pair of sandals that managed to walk out of the wardrobe, on their own with a strap or two missing. A pair of jeans with a broken zip, and a sweatshirt that was about 10 sizes too big. [Non returnable without major funding. I bought it in Germany, and only noticed the problem when we were back in Blighty]
Note: All of the above were well and truly hidden. I do have some nice clothes, in fact I’ve proudly filled a large box full of ‘em, and that doesn’t include what’s in the suitcase.
Conclusion: If you haven’t worn something or used something for over a year, you never will. Problem with that old gem is that after a year, whatever it was has been forgotten about anyway.
Right, that’s it, I’ve got to go dive into the CD drawer, which so far has remained untouched. Only 90 in there. Let’s see now, at least there’s just two options for them: Storage or charity shop. Dave reckons I can only choose 10 to keep in storage, so I’ll hide another twenty amidst me unmentionables.
I can only assume the need to keep CD’s comes from the heart, yet they’ve all been ripped onto my laptop and backed up to another hard drive. So logically, the Charity shop wins.
But nobody could ever separate me from the nostalgic kids stuff, school books, shiny photos of them, our grand-children and other paraphernalia of theirs. (Which takes up half a storage box). It’s all priceless.
Dave asked the burning question:
“But do you ever look at them?”
“Well no, but they still have to be tucked away where I live.”
It must be a mother hen thing, even though I’m not the type to smother…
However, I did go through all the shiny photos, kept the one’s of the kids and us, and threw the rest away. It amazed me just how many of them were total dross, the likes of:
- People’s shoes.
- Black photos.
- Half a face.
- Half a body.
- The floor.
- People you don’t even know.
- Views with a tree / car / bus in the way.
- Birthday cakes.
- Around 50 photos taken from inside the car the first time Dave drove through Miami. White knuckle ride (literally), that will never be forgotten, but the crap photos can.
Got it down to about a thousand…
Hmm, I remember mentioning a CD “sort out” about half an hour ago.