I had reason to enter a room I've neglected over the past years. The old pantry off the kitchen. It kind of turned into the catch all place. Any and all that had no other home was relegated to wait for that fateful day when I gave up hoarding and sorted out the swag.

That day has arrived. What treasures! What marvels! What a mess!

First thing, empty the room. As I progress I attempt to organize a little, the pile system. Tools here, hobbies there, Ebay, and various other piles. I paid so little for all this stuff, in fact I've gotten all my money back on what I've sold, and from one perspective I could now entertain profit from the rest.

The tools I inspect, clean, put away with my other tools. I have sharpening stones, axes, carving knives, gardening implements, sockets, ratchets, wrenches, hammers in all shape and sizes, screw drivers, drills, both powered and hand cranked, and a few things I don't have the foggiest what the hell they do. The weird ones I'm selling, a new pile forms. Out to my work shed it all goes, where I'm told it belongs.

Next it's hobbies. I don't plan on making my own beer, cider, or wine any more. It occurs to me that perhaps I should tuck this equipment into the attic. Even though I keep everything spotlessly clean I doubt I could achieve more than $150.00 for the lot, and in a worse case scenario alcoholic beverages would be currency. Heck, I may even make soda pop one day. I'm keeping it all. Same with my fishing tackle, stained glass equipment, wood carving tools, and musical instruments. I make the trek to the attic and secret everything away.

Ebay is a breeze. I photograph and list, then box up the gear and stack it by the door, ready to ship once sold. Ha ha, I'll be rich! Well, we'll have a couple of bucks in the PayPal account, there's some silver jewelry Corvus wants, plus the bullet casting reloading equipment I've had my eye on.

Cooking pots, canning jars, stoneware jugs, buckets, forgotten seed starters, and even more stuff! Slowly but surely it winnows down till all I'm left with is the garbage, and that's simple. The rest gets bagged up for the trash. Back of truck, then voila, it's gone.

Now I can insulate this room, drywall over it. I'll put our freezer back here, and the big steel chest we keep our dry goods food in. There's even room for the three level light racks we use to start our seedlings each spring. If I run a small vent past the wood cook stove in the kitchen back into here I could even make this into a winter cold room for vegetables. Keep it 10 degree above freezing. The potential is excellent. I may even put in some new shelves for the canning jars.

Next? My office. It's a disaster!

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Comment by Maris Hellfaerie (Maire) on September 12, 2012 at 7:08pm

Even though you were and are not my e-crush, I adore you, and it fills my heart with frustration, that I just don't manage to attract someone as smart as you. Perhaps, if I wrapped myself in Dijon mustard and carpaccio? I'm out of strategies *sigh*

Comment by Ritalin-Bunny on September 12, 2012 at 7:28pm

Maire, what a lovely endearing thing to write. You're incredibly attractive, don't despair so.

You've excellent taste too - Dijon and carpaccio, yum!

Comment by Maris Hellfaerie (Maire) on September 12, 2012 at 7:34pm

haha, <3

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