Fibber McGee's Closet

Have you ever noticed that your shoes look okay until you get a new pair? Then you can't believe how crappy they look. This obviously doesn't apply to women who all own a lot of shoes, but men know what I mean. The same thing must be true for other things. I was cleaning out the storage shed today and when I dragged everything out, I couldn't believe how much crappy crap we had stuffed into the thing. A lot of the contents of the shed was baby things that were kept for sentimental reasons, but a bunch of stuff was just inexplicable. Mrs. Sneed and I have different philosophies regarding saving stuff. She saves pretty much everything and I don't. I operate on the idea that when I stop using something I am unlike to resume using it. Mrs. Sneed figures almost anything may come in handy someday. But back to the shed. There was a bag of lava rocks, evidently from when we owned a gas grill about ten years ago. There were several bags of lawn care products, but we don't have a lawn, so I'm not sure why we kept them. I found a plastic bottle of motor oil. Maybe it was from when we had a lawn mower, for the lawn we no longer have. I'm glad we kept that. We stored a rollaway bed that no one will ever actually use again and Son Sneed's portable dishwasher from when he had an apartment about seven years ago. I also found a pair of steel ramps that you can drive your car up to work underneath it. They will come in handy when Hell freezes over and I decide to crawl under my car. I'm not sure how to get rid of them. As bad as the junk itself was the bins and baskets that contain the junk we even worse. First, I'm here to tell you that if you lock up stuff for ten years in a metal shed in the back yard, it will accumulate a lot of dirt and grime. Plus, it seems that the blistering heat of the Arizona summer isn't that good for plastic. Most of the containers were in a state of serious degradation. I was able to take a bunch of stuff to the Goodwill donation center and pitch a bunch of stuff out. I will probably have to go to the dump tomorrow with the items that will not fit into the garbage can. Anyway, the shed is cleaned out and Son Sneed has moved his various woodworking devices out of the garage and into the shed. We have uncluttered things a bit around here, which is always a good thing. It funny how I never realized how bad the shed looked until I cleaned it. Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong, sometimes just full of it, but always judgmental and cranky