Why if something is purchased and brought home here in the Philippines, and is not a consumable such as food or drink, it becomes a permanent part of your life? We all know about the boxes that appliances come in, they are stored, long after the appliance has been replaced. Now I found a way to rid myself of those boxes and wrote about it a year or two ago. But for those who don’t want to look it up, (people like me) I’ll tell you again.
I had just returned from sea, and my wife and girls had just moved into our newly built house. I noticed in a spare room there were boxes upon boxes piled neatly to the roof. And I wondered why, at the house we had rented, her reason was; “Honey Ko, in case we move.” So using that logic, I asked her if she was going to divorce me, with a pained look on my face. “Why you ask me that?” she wanted to know. I explained that when I saw all those boxes I thought she was moving again. By the end of the week, they were all recycled and gone.
Both our girls are gone from the house, and their two bedrooms are chocker-block full of everything they’ve ever owned. Plus all old clothing, toys belonging to my granddaughter are added monthly to the mix. While the rest of the house remains fairly clutter free, the bedrooms are a free fire zone.
There are people in our family who could use many of these items we store, but the four ladies will part with nothing. One of the bed (storage) rooms has a space for my ironing board, and yes I press my own shirts, one reason is I’m good at it (22 years Military, and a bachelor for most of my life. Also I find it a mindless relaxing thing to do. But there in my way is a treadmill with a little electric (rechargeable) four wheel dirt thing-a-ma-bob, for kids to ride on. I’ve been looking at it sitting there for six years, and wondered if it still even worked.
Out it came and I charged it, and it did run. It belonged to my granddaughter. I got to thinking about my niece Nicky-Nicky (Do they stutter here?) and at 3 years old she was the right age and weight to use it. So I gave it to her.
One would have thought I’d burned the house down, Mayang called YoHanna and told her what I’d done, and YoHanna called me and said she was saving it. Well hell, I knew that! So I asked her for who was she saving it for? No answer, so she decided Nicky-Nicky could borrow it but someday she wanted it back. I told her that was fine with me, and told her I’d replace it if was broken. I’ll be dead and gone, before she ever thinks about it again. By the way my granddaughter didn’t seem to care about what I’d done.
Also in the bedrooms is every empty bottle of perfume, they’d ever had, cassette tapes that are useless now. All their school books from college, which could have been sold or donated (what am I dreaming or something) and items that I have no idea what they are. But I know they are still there.
I think I’ll sit them all down and make them watch that TV show “Hoarders”, and hire that guy who comes and talks them into giving it away, Or call Frank and Mike from that show the “Pickers” and see if I can make a Peso or three.
Do you think this will work? I’ll gather the Ladies together and tell them that for each new thing I buy them, they must give an old item away! What the heck am I smokin’, that would never work.
When they start moving stuff into my “Man Cave” that’s when I’ll draw that line in the sand, as they walk over it to store more stuff there, for I have found a way to keep the clutter to a manageable level in my “Man Cave” I lend tools to my Brother-in-Laws and never see them again, it frees up a lot of space.
I’ll settle for that win with the boxes years ago. Now I sit and wonder why I even try tugging on Superman’s cape. Go have a beer Paul, and don’t think about it again!
One Niece was made very happy in the writing of this article. Plus my four ladies were made nervous that I was going to go mad and start giving away their stuff, the treadmill is next, come and get it!