Pack Ratism Can Be Cured!
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My name is Bob and I am a pack rat. I hoard tools, vintage electronics, and things that I will sell on eBay someday.
I owned, no less then, 12 tool boxes. I had to have a fully loaded tool box in every car, in my house, in my office, in each storage building, and of course at least six fully loaded tool boxes in the garage. The tool box in the house was one of the big $1500.00 chests that stands about 5' tall and is on wheels that cost more then my Kia. It's two twin brothers in the garge are flanked by 4 to six smaller boxes that I can actually lift... on a good day. Those 4 to six boxes sit on shelves surrounded by power tools.
4 jig saws, 3 vibrating sanders, 2 belt sanders, and 2 little random orbital sanders. A router, 4 power drills, a welder, a table saw, and 2 radial arm saws. OK, you get the idea. Above the shelving was pegboard with hundreds of hand tools. Just on the wall (not counting the tool boxes) I counted 40 screw drivers.
God knows what I was going to do with all those tools or why I felt I needed them (and only God knows). In the back of my mind for several years has been the thought... "what if I die, will Carol be able to convert them to cash effectively?" Seriously!
Everything I just said about tools I could say again about computers. Can you believe that at one time I owed close to 3 thousand computers? It's been a while sense I've been to my warehouse but I believe I'm down to about 500 now.
I was proud of my collections.
Last week I finished the loss inventory that was demanded by our flood insurance provider. Even I was agast. I also have to admit that I felt a sense of relief. Not that the inventory was over but that maybe I was seeing the light. Maybe by pack ratism has come to an end, maybe pack ratism can be cured!
I'm still flirting with danger, I love to thrift and rummage sale. I love the thrill of finding a bargin. I am proud to tell you today that I've passed up many bargins in the past few weeks. I am actually asking myself "am I really going to use this thing" and I've been passing up those fantastic deals if I don't see me using "it" in the very near future.
While pondering what I'm going to do with my garage when it is cleaned and sanitized from the flood that nearly covered the entire roof of the garage my wife came up with a novel idea.. "Why don't you park a car it?"