I’ve always gone through life with a goal of not accumulating an abundance of material possessions. It’s not that I am some sort of philosophical minimalist, it’s just that I never wanted nay house cluttered with a bunch of junk.
The same is somewhat true of my wife. But during our recent bout of spring cleaning, we both discovered that our reality was far different than our perception.
We don’t have shelves stacked with those pie-faced porcelain children, a china cabinet crammed with collector plates or anything like that, but each of us, in our own way, is a collector.
For example, in nay garage workshop I have three toolboxes filled with wrenches, drivers, tapes and jigs. I have sets of chisels that I purchased many years ago that have never come close to plunging into a piece of wood.