Spring is finally here and I’m feeling an urge to do some major spring cleaning. We haven’t been in this house for very long (seven months) and yet somehow we’ve done a pretty good job filling it up. Well, maybe it’s not full but it’s feeling a bit cluttered. Part of the problem is that I’m a packrat. Part of the problem is that Will has a boxes stored in the living room until he figures out exactly how he wants his office set up. (My boxes are hidden in closets.)
And part of the problem is that we have a lot of stuff we’re not quite sure how to get rid of. Some of it we could donate to Goodwill or the Habitat for Humanity ReStore but some of it seems like junk that nobody wants. Used carpet backing? Old carpeting? Old wood paneling? Pieces of broken ceiling trim? Scraps of treated lumber? A gigantic tarp that used to cover our carport until it collapsed in the snow? Old laptop computers that sorta work?
A lot of this stuff seems like it might be useful some day so I feel bad throwing it away. Some of it probably ought to be thrown away but I can’t find a good way to transport it to the dump. Then there’s some stuff that seems like it could be useful to someone with the skills to fix it up but I’m clearly not that person.
So I need a junkman. I really love the image of the gypsy tinker who goes from house to house mending pots and collecting old scraps to build new toys and tools. Unfortunately, I think the position has become obsolete in this world of throwaway design and cheap replacements, although some of the peak oil planners will tell you that tinkerers are about to be in high demand. Still, I’d settle for the junkman service in Denver where a group of strapping young men will come to your house and haul away your junk for a fee. They do their best to salvage and recycle what they can from your pile. It sounds like a pretty cool business and I wonder if a similar business could be successful here. Alas, I don’t think I’m the one to run it, but maybe I’ll get motivated next weekend and at least take a load of stuff to the ReStore.
Of course, the danger there is that I’ll find some awesome building materials to buy and bring home. Oh, the vicious cycle.