woodshed

[dragonlady7]

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A dad story from about three days after he died, which I’ve stuck into a separate post and queued for later, please indulge me whenever this pops up.

Mom related a story of having gone to the woodshed to fetch wood and discovered– well, very recently, she’d declared that their dish drainer was too rusty, and it was time to get a new one. Dad had procured a new one, and she’d presumed thrown the old one out, but then she discovered the old one in the woodshed. He had not thrown it out. He had wedged it into a gap in the wall, and then had arranged splitting wedges in it, because it was perfectly suited to hold them neatly so they wouldn’t get lost or damaged, and the fact that it was rusty made absolutely no difference. She sort of sighed to herself, but has left it like that, because he was right, it fits nicely there and does the job well.

That’s the kind of hoarder Dad was. He hadn’t saved it and thrown in into a pile somewhere, saying it would be useful someday– he had saved it and put it to immediate use. This is the kind of thing that makes me a terrible hoarder because I had that example and yet can never think of what the thing would be useful for in the moment so it winds up in a pile for me… no good. Ah well. (Your picture was not posted)

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[oracne]

If you put it to use, it isn't hoarded!