Worthless, distasteful or nonsensical material. Trash or rubbish.
Depending on what dictionary you check, the definition of dreck gets worse and worse. No dictionary tells you that it multiplies on its own. And worse yet, when left alone in dark garages, basements and closets, it morphs into huge piles that threaten to spill into your living spaces. (cue JAWS movie music here)
Dear One and I have been married nearly 30 years. When one "keeper" (the nice term for me) marries a "bigger keeper" (nice term for Husbola if I want to be married another 30 years) and then the couple goes into the antiques business 26 years ago, the dreck accumulates.
We purchased our house without a basement thank heavens. A large portion of the garage is where I store shop and show inventory. We have a house rule--the dreck does not come into the living spaces.
But where does all this stuff come from?
I am sorting and giving away and selling--and it still seems to pile up. What is it? The extra stuff from auction box lots that needs to be "gone through, inventory that used to sell well, but the public taste changes so rapidly and it does not sell anymore. Items from the house that we have upgraded or downsized and I know no place to put them. "Stuff" I have been given by a relative and am thinking about its future. Items that are too good to toss, don't want to donate, but might sell at a flea market.
ENOUGH!!! Inventory birth control is needed!!
This summer has plenty of time left. I am working through box by box, shelf by shelf. Determinations are being made. If it is not going to go into the shop or a show--it is GONE. I am tired of sorting through it, tripping over it and giving too much of my life to thinking about it.
When I can see the garage floor, I will let you know.
Friday, July 10, 2015
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