….but I am now. Man, oh man, I have collected a lot of weird stuff. Lots. Had some of it awhile, too. I have stuff in boxes where the boxes have deteriorated to the point that things are spilling out and that is the mark of a bona fide pack rat. Sal mutters ‘pack pig’ but it’s the same idea.
I am a pack rat for three reasons. The first reason is that when we started on this mad quest, one of the few things I COULD do was shop, scrounge and salvage. So, my imagining projects in my head generated a weird kind of wish list and shopping for those things exposed me to other crap and so the pile just grew. I knew I’d need steel, for instance, so I picked up steel. I got some pretty good steel cheap. I had no actual plan for the steel but it was cheap. So, I got steel. And, as life out here determines, you eventually use everything you bring and so the steel has been largely used. I look like a genius.
But I am just a pack rat.
The second reason for pack ratitis or ratatouille d’ pack is that once something gets here, it is a helluva schlep and a major mental obstacle as well to even think about taking it back. Once here, it becomes part of the family. In fact, because it is HERE, it is MORE a part of the family than family. Most of them (family) never come here. But my junk stays forever.
The third reason for having excess junk is to help out. I have square steel and round rings, I have plastic hoops and rubber hoses. My neighbour has round steel, oval rings, brass ball valves, plastic hoses and rubber rings. If I don’t have the right thing and John, Roger and Doug don’t have it, Steve or Scott likely does. Collecting junk is a community-building kind of thing.
Packing ratty stuff is a good thing as a rule. A bit unsightly (Sal keeps stuffing junk out of sight which, ironically, is just a way to add more to the inventory. “Hmmm, I could have sworn I had eight different armoured cables of varying length around here somewhere. Guess not. I’ll get some more when next in town.”).
But it can be a problem.
No. I am not a hoarder. Hoarding is different than pack-ratting. Much less status to hoarding. Pack-ratting done right elevates social status and allows work to get done. Hoarding erodes social status and you can’t move for all the junk in the way. Hugely different syndromes.
Same spectrum, tho.
The problem is when pack-ratting and getting older. The older pack rat can turn into a doofus pretty easily. Trust me. One, the rate of utilization starts to slow and shades of the hoarding syndrome start to loom. And second, older people have trouble actually remembering what they have when keeping a million unrelated items packed willy-nilly in boxes stuffed everywhere out of sight and not well inventoried. I kind of forget some of the goodies I have. And, because Sal tidies up so much, I can no longer remember where to even look.
“Hey, Sal! Remember that bronze hook that was big enough to hang a life ring? I need it now. Can you remember where it is?”
“Sweetie, that hook is off our first boat over forty years ago. I have no clue. But, I do seem to recall seeing it. Try the old green tote with the cracked lid under the house. Maybe up on the north side by the old tec cable.”
She used to be right every time. Now she is right only 60% of the time.
I blame Sal.
I get it. I was never in so deep that I was collecting balls of string or used gum. But I save stuff. I’m sure you have containers of miscellaneous fasteners and various what nots. If you didn’t, that would be insanity.
I agree but, well, like North and South Pole reversing, so does collecting junk go from sane to insane and we are ill suited to know when that flip happens. Which reminds me, I have been to your place and, well, maybe we should talk…..
As I said no ball of string or used gum but the inventory that is part of a business. Not ready to begin my monastic phase. Too busy flipping stuff.
Change your name to Chuck!
OK…….? But why?
You thinking of Bute Chuck?
Don’t clean up or you’ll never find anything.
My true love collects branches he prunes to make garden stakes. They lie about getting in my way. Next thing he will want me to weave baskets out of the smaller ones. Lucky I love him.
I guess everyone collects something. Sal reports that most of her quilting club collects reams of fabric. They have more than they can ever use but go the fabric sales regularly to add to the pile. My ‘antiquing’ friend claims NOT to collect gum and string but, if there was a market……he’d have gum and string. In fact, I am very sure he has an old Gumball machine!
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The prunings actually lay about. But maybe they lie about too.
All part of re-cycling, re-purposing and re-using. The green foot print in action. The secret of sustainability is to turn trash to treasure.
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I moved to an apartment a few years back after living in a house for 20 years.
If you wanna see “pack rat meets reality”…….watch 20 years of house crap fit into a 1 bdroom apt……aint gonna happen.
I purged, and then purged and then purged again……a bulimic box barfer as it were…..
I’m almost there after 4 years but……..i saw some tools on sale last week that I just HAVE to have!
We need an intervention…..a swap meet?
“Save that nail,” as Wayne says.
If it’s metal, he’s a packrat. If it’s from a toe, he’s a bona fide hoarder.
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Ha ha ha. He’s the thrower, I’m the hoarder who goes behind him saying we can still use that.
All I can say is: ” A place for everything and everything in its place” !!