From whence you came

[aquabean]

My parents have a house full of... stuff. Now, it's not all bad stuff; some of it is very, very cool stuff. But all the same it's stuff. And currently it's all slowly decomposing into dust that has combined with something else my body has recently decided I am really quite very allergic to.

This makes me sad.

Mama will be home on... Next Tuesday, so my time here is fairly limited, though it does little to ease the stupid stuffiness or cough.

I love my family dearly, but I fear the day my parents pass away and the Bear and I are forced to deal with the fact that the structural integrity of the house is maintained by several decade's thoughtfully collected and distributed junk.




When I'm old I will be counting on Karot to hold firm and help me avoid succumbing to my genetic pre-disposition for clutter.

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[trensaddiction.livejournal.com]

It is rather amazing how much junk one can accumulate in a lifetime. In my parents' case, it's been a lifelong struggle, since my father is a collector and pack rat, while my mother has an aversion to clutter. In any given summer, I help her with two to three garage sales in which she attempts to rid her house of extraneous bits and bobs, only for my father to replace them with other flotsam and jetsam by the time the next summer rolls around.

Even with all the garage sales, their level of junk is considerable, and my sister has already informed me that as the eldest, I get to handle it all when they die. My sister is a master of delegation. *wry*

On a positive note, there is a certain archaeological fascination to delving down through the years' worth of stuff sometimes. Admittedly, coffee mugs, used up pens, and a thousand bank statements hold little interest, but every now and then, you come across a love letter or a broken ski pole and trotting it out can lead to the revelation of all sorts of interesting stories.

But hurray for Karot protecting you from any overzealous self-becluttering in your dotage. XD You guys are so darling together.

[karotsamused.livejournal.com]

Heh!

You think you know, but you have no idea.

2 Treadmills
4 Vacuum cleaners
3 Microwaves
1 Stairmaster
1 Total Gym
8,000 Tennis Balls
Various Other: exercise accoutrement
2 Air conditioners
0 Visible Wall Space thanks to
Multiple Paintings/Drawings/Photos/Stickers
0 Visible Floor Space thanks to
Many Decorative Rugs

And whenever we realize we need something for the apartment? We don't buy it. We ask if Rune's parents have an extra.

Yes. It is formidable. And they won't sell any of it.

That will not be my house when I am older. Harr!

...

*facepalm* And I haven't said a word about the backyard. Maybe I should make Rune take and post photos of the place. Holy cow.

[trensaddiction.livejournal.com]

8,000 tennis balls? Yee gads. Although sometimes there is something to be said for being able to permanently borrow most any household item you might need. My father has hundreds of tools he never uses and it's saved me a bundle this past month while I remodel my bathroom. XD

Still... I think I'm afraid of Rune's parents' backyard. Which is to say: Hi Rune! Wanna share some pics of your folks' backyard? *laughs*

[baka-gaijin.livejournal.com]

I love my family dearly, but I fear the day my parents pass away and the Bear and I are forced to deal with the fact that the structural integrity of the house is maintained by several decade's thoughtfully collected and distributed junk.

~ nods in understanding ~

Lemme tell you about my dad: every day he goes out and gathers up the junk that other people have left on the curb. His 'hobby' has filled a two car garage, a large screened in porch and every nook and cranny in the house. About twice a year he hauls it all outside, cleans up and has a massive yard sale. Eh, he's retired and it keeps him out of trouble, so we just let him roll with it.

My sister (who lives at home) and I often joke that when he dies, our inheritence will consist of other people's junk. XD