In the 80’s when my parents were visiting me in Phoenix, I needed an axe for a project we were working on. I could not find the one I had. So fifteen minutes later I was back from Home Depot with a new one. Dad’s observation: “Garry, do you buy another of everything you can’t find in five minutes?”
Now that I am his age, at the time, and he is long gone, I have to admit my answer must have been “yes!”
Pack-rat junk galore. Over the threshold of ‘can’t find the three I have, go buy a fourth one’ syndrome. Two of the bedrooms of my house are uninhabitable simply because one can hardly get into them. Computers, boxes and boxes of cables, air conditioners, never-listened-to stereos… all those objects I could not live without. Now, extrapolate that phenomenon to a motorhome! Basically a small bedroom and cooking nook on wheels. Kinda like a bed headboard I built while in Scottsdale, MG. All it needed was a steering wheel.
I am methodically removing everything from Barth, starting at the rear. Stuff is shoved forward, and eventually out the front door. After purging, the areas are cleaned, sprayed, fumigated with the doors are closed. I am now at the mid point, which leaves the parlor/dining area unnavigable. It all will end up on the driveway, unless we have one of AZ’s typical windy days, in which case it will all be in the next county, or blown through the holes in the border fence into Mexico.
This activity will probably delay my summer departure. And it will be difficult to part ways with much of the stuff. But depart it will. And so will I, with that eventuality getting closer. At which time I will trying to get someone’s attention from the-other-side, “What are you doing with all my stuff. I will need that someday!”Tags: Arizona - Home