tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383530289343318061.post6709328986826362291..comments2021-05-05T15:45:06.508-04:00Comments on Rossiferous: Stuff-- rosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16031950500798727225noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4383530289343318061.post-48130801065668992742009-01-12T08:37:00.000-05:002009-01-12T08:37:00.000-05:00Oh, you knew you'd hear from me on this one! The d...Oh, you knew you'd hear from me on this one! The day my father-in-law learned I am a third generation packrat, he hung his head and moaned, "Oh, no, no,no. A packrat should never marry another packrat!" And it is true. I would sort through my spouse's stuff, and do a great job of thinning it out, but how does one deal with a heap of plumbing, electrical, or automotive flotsam? <BR/>In my own case, it's stuff for entertaining, like 16 martini glasses so I can make a batch of cosmopolitans for a chick flick night. Or "artsy crapsy" stuff. I clean it all out, send junk to the 'pound' and then try to organize what's left. But it piles up anyway, and a hastily stashed bunch of stuff when the House Goddess is due becomes lost forever. <BR/>There is no such thing as a safe hiding place when you reach middle age, but in my case, there never has been a safe hiding place. I lost my memory on Route 36 between Galesburg and Monmouth on June 2,1973 and I haven't been able to find a thing since.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com