Discussion in 'General' started by pfhenry, Jan 3, 2019.
I actually have a spare carburetor, but it came from a '66 mustang.
That sounds like Darren. If you think you might use it again some day - you put it on a shelf. Then you forget where you put it and buy another one.
Personally - I hoarded yarn and craft items for a while, but learned to downsize rapidly and throw anything away that doesn't have a specific place. If I am unsure of tossing it - it goes into a bin. If I haven't touched it in 3 months - the bin gets dumped into the garbage. I am done with that clutter bullshit. Just need a firepit to burn all of my Journals to spare my girls from mortification upon my death.
No! Tatertot hotdish is a Minnesota thing. It's good ol' comfort food.
Funeral potatoes are a completely different animal.
I know my in-laws well enough. I know there is nothing there of value.
What about encountering an objection from your wife?
Won't happen after having to clean out her depression era grand parents dwelling. She's onboard with the push and cover plan.
If someone you are trying to help has problems in letting go, i've found that taking pictures of the item somewhat helps them.
They still "have" it, but the physical piece is gone.
@CausticYarn I think you are partially right about depression era survival causing hoarding. My grandparents (Bucks County, PA) grew up on farms, went through the depression as children, and when we cleaned out their house, found *everything* loads of jars for possible canning. loads of styrofoam, papers going back to the 70s, all manner of tools regardless of condition.
I think they kept things "just in case" since there was no guarantee of when/where things would come from at that time.
I have a hubcap, tail light and may still have suspension parts.
I come from hoarders too. Prolly why I'm a minimalist and a clean freak. Anyone else?
Did you happen to see the bacon wrapped tater tots on that page? Yum.
I thought you would be planning your trip to Ric Flair's funeral.
You need to rewatch Fargo.
Alright, I'ma need a map. That sounds awesome!
(I'll pre-warn my doc about the pending heart attack!)
Phfft... Likely scenario:
Daughter #1 reading Journal #5 (while daughter #2 reads Journal #4) - "Ha! Knew it!..."
Eat it standing up, it won't count.
Wait - so are you saying that you've never left the home you grew up in because it would upset your mom? I'm confused.
Yes. Ever seen Matchstick Men? My house would be like Nicolas Cages if I didn't have a woman around.
Oh lort, the amount of teenage angst flowing from those pages is embarrassing - I would be spinning in my grave if they got their stubby fingers on them.
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