At 03:53 PM 10/3/98 -0400, you wrote: >>Don't tell my husband that my gardens will make the house harder to sell. >>Actually I am hoping to die in the house and have my children clean it out in >>order to receive their inheritance. My husband is a finished carpenter who >>lives at lumber stores. People remove the most wonderful things and replace >>them with new things because they want a change. He of course brings it home. >>You would not believe our cellar. My garden is my therapy. > >ROFL!!!! My GP, pack-rat hubby, came from the same mold. Is this a "man >thing"? > > A long time ago we decided to never move from this house. We've been >working on the basement and the garage clutter for the last 14 years! One >step forward, two steps back. I still can't get my car into the two car >garage!!! We even built an out-building for additional storage with garden >stuff (you name it), a great 1971 VW Beetle, and his woodworking tools. >Yet in the basement is the ham radio gear, his (and my) accumulation of >never-know-when-you-need-it scientific and other journals, three, 8 foot >shelves of floor to ceiling library, five prehistoric computers, numerous >sentimental dust collectors, 30 feet of closet storage, and "stuff" the >kids will pick-up "one of these days." Holy clutter!!! > >Linda in NW Ohio near Toledo/Lake Erie, USDA Zone 5 >llbs@mail.glasscity.net > Ain't necessarily a man thang. My wife inherited both the artistic and the pack rat genes from her Mom. The art studio is referred to as the "Black Hole" as in things go in there and are never seen again. The dog walks by the studio and the hair on her back stands up and she growls. Of course my space is different, primarily because I just tossed about a 20-year accumulation of "stuff", enough to fill to overflowing a 110 gallon trash container that nearly herniated two trash collectors as they emptied it. That is in addition to two 30-gallon trash bags full of nothing but paper. Miz Anne is plumb jealous of how neat my office looks now. Next is my clothes closet, there's at least 4 sizes of trousers in there that need culling and some shoes that haven't seen the light of day in years. Hmmm, wonder what's in the attic? George