Storage room blues
After a second day of sorting and throwing away, I’m caught between two thoughts. Should a storage room be labelled in the old way: “Beyond here lie dragons“, or the more usual “Let sleeping beasts lie“? Both fit.
If you follow my way of thinking, storage rooms, storage drawers, storage whatever are areas of little action. You put something in, close the cover and move along to other things. Until, at some future date, the only choice is to open, sort and winnow. Wheat from chaff. This morning, I opened a drawer and discovered such prizes as a “Windows 3.1 SDK, in diskette format“. Priceless, if I consider that nobody else still has one. Oh well, nor do I. Dumpster feed. Same thing for those game manuals, and a package of stylii for an obsolete tablet. The collection of various machine screws were easily gathered, using a magnet; I filled a pill bottle.
On to more interesting spoils. A cloth sack filled with all of the maps and brochures collected during our vacation on the Rock, some summers back. I’m not one to revisit past places using government propaganda. If and when we return, we’ll collect all over again. This batch; dumpstered. The game continued for the rest of the afternoon. I have a lot of USB cables, and poorly identified power supply transformers. Some were matched to actual items, the rest; guess.
Moving stuff around in an almost full room is immensely satisfying. Virtual Tetris (and no, I didn’t find a copy of that). As the volume diminishes, the ease of movement increases. Eventually, I’ll have the stuff we want to move.
