The seemingly never ending process of moving stuff from here to there to make room, then moving the stuff from the ‘there’ spot to a new ‘there’ spot eventually frustrates. This is especially true if the items being moved have no real value.
We have lots of scrap lumber, most of it not high grade or even serviceable pieces. It would be ok for someone on a place where they were patching, closing in, stacking stuff etc. This is not high grade lumber. Well my father in law is frankly a hoarder of lumber…all manner of lumber, large and small. This lumber scrap needs to go, but he has laid claim to it and has no place to store it now (his four sheds and large shop are jammed). He enjoys visiting the site and helping, but a stroke and physical limitations prohibit him from lifting too much helping make room. But, he sits and watches that lumber being moved about and remarks in that way people do with memory damage….over and over that he ‘sure wants that lumber’.
The lumber has to go. It can’t go to his home. It can’t keep being in the way day after day. It has to go. Along with a bunch of other odds and ends. So, I have made the decision to store the best lumber pieces away from the work areas and toss the rest when my father in law is not on site. We shall see how that shakes out. A drop box is being delivered this morning………………….
All that light, doesn’t illuminate the darkness we feel when looking at some of the stuff. Much is the same massive amounts of items my Aunt fixated upon. But, some pieces are unique even if shoved in rotting cardboard boxes, outside for rodents to nest in.