MARRIED TO A PACK RAT

Another really great thing that is taking place during this re-do time is that closets are getting cleaned out and many items are being given away for tax purposes. So far I have had to have people come out for pickup four times, twice the ARC, and the Salvation Army the other two times. And while I am thrilled to get rid of all the clutter, it has thrown the genius into a panic.

All the family knows what the genius's father, Jimmie, was like --- he was the biggest pack rat of all time. First, he filled up their basement with his stuff; then the delightful screened in back porch that ran the entire width across the back of their house became crammed with all sorts of things. I remember that the seating area got smaller and smaller and was at last squeezed out. And finally, the little room off of the living room that was Jimmie's office eventually overflowed with still more items.

When the genius's parents moved out, there was the monumental task of sorting through and selling, giving, or throwing away all of the accumulated array of Jimmie's belongings. This job fell to the genius's sister and me. We had to be very careful when sifting through all of it because there were some hidden gems, (old coins, stamp collections, guns, old books, etc.) buried in all the piles of stuff. And we also had to be careful that Jimmie was not around because he wouldn't let anything go. But eventually, we got it done and moved on.

Over the years I have discovered that the apple didn't fall very far. The genius has been showing signs for years of having inherited the same tendencies. He still has every engineering and math book he used in college 50 years ago. And through the years has acquired many more. He now has five bookcases (big ones) in his little office upstairs along with six filing cabinets, all filled to the brim. And I won't even go into what our attic looks like. Let me just say that I'm sure we have every cancelled check that has been written since we married.

So you can understand his anxiety over my cleaning out closets. Everytime I do it, he asks in a shaky voice, "You didn't throw out anything of mine, did you?" And he usually goes through the stack of items for giving away. The only thing I really tried to give away that he balked about was a bookcase (what else?). Instead, he moved it into his room and made a "space" for it and of course filled it up to the brim. Where the books came from, I don't know. I have a sneaking suspicion he went to the attic and found some more!!

So let me go on record now to the rest of the family as to our possessions. I am trying my best to pare down, but I'm afraid I'm fighting a losing battle. I guess you will have to get one of those rented dumpsters out to clean this place out.

But I want you to know that I have tried to keep it under control.