Space, the Ultimate Goal

Less stuff equals more space

I get no credit for being able to pack things into our house tightly. Every table has stuff stored under it: mostly boxes of paper towels and TP. When they arrive based on Amazon’s prime calendar they must go somewhere that dampness is not an issue.

The basement is full of plants until it is truly safe to shove them out onto the greenhouse benches. The attic is full of 6 cats and their numerous beds and other furniture plus Christmas decorations.

I am left with 9 rooms downstairs. That’s many cubic feet of storage, but a lot comes in, including cardboard boxes which fill the basement until I can recycle or burn them.

Big arrivals are the most pain since taking in a big thing like a printer means some other big thing has to leave, like the old printer. You’d think it’s be a fair trade. But the new thing is bigger, needs a bigger cart, more shelf storage for supplies, etc.

If I do clear part of a shelf, something arrives to claim that space. I feel like an unpaid warehouse worker.

The house cannot grow again. Small tiny things get cut a break but disappear into a draw, so are as good a gone. Big new things are a curse. Right now there is a package of live meal worms sitting in the dining room hoping for space in the refrigerator. They are intended to feed the bats. All you have to do is remember to put some out on the picnic table at night. At leat if I do that they will eventually be gone.