Have you ever had something to do, that needed doing, that you kept finding one reason after another not to do it? Me neither.
Well, maybe. This is "Stone's True Confessions", online edition.
Devon calls me a pack rat, which is unfair - I'm just a collector. Of everything. I have over 200 boxes of stuff that I've accumulated that's been taking up space now for over 12 years. Primarily tools, both hand and power, parts and pieces of whatever, all in boxes. I also have several tons of equipment; power saws of all kinds, 1 shaper and 1 sanding machine, 2 routers and 2 band saws, 3 lathes, 4 table saws, you name it, I have it. In and around these boxes of my stuff are boxes of Devon's stuff that she's been hounding me to dig out for her. She has even offered to clean up the mess for me - but I know there wouldn't be anything left. She's ruthless.
The problem is that this stuff is keeping me from having a shop to work in. Once upon a time, I had my shop set up and running smooth. Baby, it was almost perfect. Something happened and it all went away. I remember now, we moved. That's it, we moved.
That was 12 years ago and since then I've complained much and often (but not in front of Devon) about not being able to find anything when I needed it. If it wasn't a tool missing, it was a container of screws, washers, nails, whatever that I couldn't find. Stupid stuff kept getting lost.
NO MORE. I have been without long enough. For the past 5 weeks I've focused every evening on that pile, and I've been through most of it. I think. I have about 30 boxes left. They are all stacked in one corner of the shop where I piled them when we moved into this place almost five years ago. If there are any angels in clutter, I am hoping they will smile on me and I can finish by this weekend.
I will keep you posted.