Well, the things you own, they end up owning you… as goes the quote from Fight Club. Love that movie. We still have old possessions weighing us down, scattered over the country. In a couple provinces anyway.
And we still have to deal with this junk, errr – I mean keepsakes. Depends who you ask. Fortunately for good friends, we had stored several boxes and a couple pieces of furniture at ‘JC’s house. Now you sorta forget about this stuff, and who really knows where the time goes, but 2 years later and he is moving – selling his house. That meant we had a fun Saturday.
Our short term solution was moving it to another friend’s house. Eventually you have to deal with problems. Now we’re not total mooches, in return friends have been well furnished. To make a lesser demand on space, we spent the afternoon condensing boxes and allocating a fair portion to goodwill and the old garbage can.
So now we get to the good part of the story. The night before we went out for a few drinks, dancing, go to bed at 4 type deal. We stayed over at our friend’s house. Our boxes to sort through were out in the garage, which is separate from the house. They were going out for the afternoon, but we were welcome to stay and take care of the boxes. The key was left inside and the door open, both Cat and I were in the garage when they pulled out. Fine, kept working away, then Cat walked around to the door to go in….
