Chapter 707

Sept 5, 2026

Garage Attic

declutter

It was a monumental effort. Took me 9 days working in 100 degree heat, sweating, struggling bending over, crouched shuffling to not hit head into roof nails or knock my self silly clunking head into rafters. There was dust, disintegrated acetate paper from architectural drawing, and plastic drop cloths, and yes some mouse or bat residue and sunflower seed shells. Yes, I did laugh at my silly self as I lumbered around sometimes wondering how I had accumulated so much stuff. But, I knew exactly how it had happened during those last 50 years.

Many memories like the Allegheny Airlines PDQ mesh bags that Kathy brought  me in 1975 when she worked some on the baggage shift at the airport. These were the precursors of Fed Ex over night shipping. I thought they might come in handy for storing potatoes or some such items. Never did use em. And if I had kept them, who knows what use they might be, perhaps holding brook trout in the water up at our Twin Ponds Preserve?  Nevertheless, just about everything seen in this picture has been deleted, thrown into the Clifton Park Landfill.

This attic was basically a storage area for my many projects. Foam sections, cloths, rugs, sporting equipment, bikes, volleyball, soccer, softball, mucho automotive mechanicals.

The barstool chair was one of the originals in our kitchen bar. Googled and some sell for $120 vintage. No relatives or friends wanted. No time to dicker- If you stop to think too much, you will never make progress. Disposed in the metals recycling bid for free. Had another set of 4 maple ones in the cellar. All chucked to landfill. The Town wanted $25 to dispose of if whole. I chainsawed them in 5 minutes reducing the size to C & D (construction demolition) category by cubic yard and it only cost $3 for disposal .   

The 2 nice aluminum bikes (10 speed and 18 speed road bike, ok there were issues- need tlc, which no one does anymore)  went into the metals free recycling bin. Yes, I still have a nice 28 speed Specialized for myself and gave an old Trek 900 to Shawn, which he complains about not being good enough. 

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