Junk drawer? Junk room? Junkie?

[Just-Legal]

You know those spiral-sliced funeral hams that well-meaning people bring to the house after someone dies, in the expectation that you won't want to bake your own ham and slice it neatly until you're out of mourning? The hams that seem to self-replicate, so that you're out of aluminum foil long before you run out of ham?

Lately, the same thing is happening with junk here at the Decaying Jungle Compound.
The more junk I get rid of, the more junk I seem to have. Magazines, the maps that fall out of National Geographic, dull scissors, a screwdriver used once too often to pry open paint cans, a paint can one-fifth full of paint, an expired coupon for an oil change, an older expired coupon for an oil change, pens you can still jot down phone numbers with provided you press down really hard, note pads that can't be thrown away even though they only have one page left because there's some indecipherable writing on it that looks important, rubber bands, paper clips, three unopened Sunday newspapers that I'd really like to have read when they were new, postage stamps that are worth one-cent less than is necessary to mail a letter...You know, junk.

In my mom's home, all of that stuff lived in what was called "the junk drawer." I made do with a junk box. Now I have a junk room, which used to be the guest bedroom.

Mind you, I make a concerted effort to live free of junk. My junk only replicates like ham slices when I'm depressed. Now I'm feeling better, but when I look around and see all the junk that accummulated when I was down, it's depressing!

I spent three hours today getting rid of junk and there's more junk than when I started. What to do?

Ham sandwiches, anyone?

Junk Room? Most rooms in my appt are junk filled LOL, its spreadingggggg...

 

[TxRad]

No, they're theoretical.

What exactly do theoretical cats eat???? Cornbread maybe??? Unsweetened and crispy.. the only kind.....

On the clean, transistional, dirty clothes issue.... I became a nudist for just that reason... Problem solved....

 

[SlickTony]

You know those spiral-sliced funeral hams that well-meaning people bring to the house after someone dies, in the expectation that you won't want to bake your own ham and slice it neatly until you're out of mourning? The hams that seem to self-replicate, so that you're out of aluminum foil long before you run out of ham?

Lately, the same thing is happening with junk here at the Decaying Jungle Compound.
The more junk I get rid of, the more junk I seem to have. Magazines, the maps that fall out of National Geographic, dull scissors, a screwdriver used once too often to pry open paint cans, a paint can one-fifth full of paint, an expired coupon for an oil change, an older expired coupon for an oil change, pens you can still jot down phone numbers with provided you press down really hard, note pads that can't be thrown away even though they only have one page left because there's some indecipherable writing on it that looks important, rubber bands, paper clips, three unopened Sunday newspapers that I'd really like to have read when they were new, postage stamps that are worth one-cent less than is necessary to mail a letter...You know, junk.

In my mom's home, all of that stuff lived in what was called "the junk drawer." I made do with a junk box. Now I have a junk room, which used to be the guest bedroom.

Mind you, I make a concerted effort to live free of junk. My junk only replicates like ham slices when I'm depressed. Now I'm feeling better, but when I look around and see all the junk that accummulated when I was down, it's depressing!

I spent three hours today getting rid of junk and there's more junk than when I started. What to do?

Ham sandwiches, anyone?

I'll see your junk room and raise you my whole damn house.

 

[SeaCat]

LOLOLOL

I used to have a junk drawer. It changed to a junk room. Then I moved to Florida and had to get rid of most of it. (We were limited to a mini van and a small trailor.) After moving into the place we are now I built a small shed, this holds tools and dive gear.

Anything other than food in the freezer, or the storm kit, which is not used within a week is ditched. Furniture and art get replaced, not added to.

The biggest problem we had was the photographes. Finally we purchased a good qualtiy scanner and scanned in all of the pictures then put them on CD's. Any originals family members wanted were shipped out, the rest were destroyed.

Books, my personal bugaboo. I limit my library to roughly 1000 books, mainly histories. As we purchase new books and read them we have to decide if we want to give up a book in the library to place it on the shelves. (The only exceptions are cookbooks and histories.) Any books we no longer want get donated to the hospital where we work. Thankfully we have a great library so we can borrow books to read. If we read one and find that we just have to have it, then we buy it.

Cat
Who has learned to hate clutter. (Now if I can only get the state of Florida to make it legal to walk around wearing just shoes I could get rid of 90% of our clothes and not have to worry about that!)

 

[SlickTony]

I have rid myself of my local rag, which accounted for an alarming amount of paper that came into the house, and which no one read except me. I realized that what with the on-line newspapers I subscribe to, and listening to NPR all day, I can access all the news and opinion columns and advice columns and anything else I used to get in the newspaper quite easily. I can access more comic strips than most people get in their newspapers, unless they happen to live in Houston, where the Chronicle was nice enough to take on all the comic strips that used to be in the Post when the Post went belly-up. I not only have fixed it so I only need fill one blue bin a week, but I have saved myself $180 a year.