Hoarder's Conundrum

Yesterday, our daughter stopped by the house and casually mentioned she and her husband are prowling the thrift stores looking for a filing cabinet.

I happen to have two four-drawer and one two-drawer filing cabinets at the house, and mentioned I could probably spare one of them if they were interested. I specifically mentioned the one in the garage because it's currently in an awkward spot that I'd rather have free for other items.

But as I thought about both filing cabinets - the other four-drawer is in the basement study - I thought it might make more sense to empty the basement one out as the one in the garage, though in an awkward spot, has some utility in that it stores tools and other random objects I don't really have room for elsewhere in the garage.

So today I thought I'd start looking at what it would take to empty the basement cabinet.

And ran straight into the Hoarder's Conundrum.

Specifically, how important is it that I hold onto receipts and other associated paperwork for bathroom remodeling projects completed in 2020 and 2022? I mean, if I need proof the bathrooms were remodeled, all I really have to do is go use them. It seemed important at the time to hold onto all the records. But I have not consulted any of it since I filed it away.

Specifically, is that Amazon credit card still active? (Pauses blog post to see if the cards themselves have expiration dates on them) Sweet mother of mercy they're expired so I can shred the paperwork and the cards and not have to deal with them anymore.

You can see the problem.

I read somewhere the Gen X is bridging the digital divide by accepting we can have digital copies of things but we also cling to paper like nobody's business. Add to that my general hoarder tendencies and, well, you can see why we have two four-drawer and one two-drawer filing cabinets in the house.

I've long been working to move the "important papers" to the two-drawer filing cabinet, and I have tried to be diligent to filter those, though my hoarder tendencies still insist I have to have at least a digital record of, say, our water and sewer bills from a decade ago in case the utility has an audit and they demand a poop payment proof from 2018.

But that leads to a filing mess on my computers . . . Good thing I'm still hoarding those recordable CDs and DVDs.

A Used Book Era Has Passed

I have slowly come to realize something:

The many fruitful years I've spent scouring bookshelves at local thrift stores is likely at an end.

I *might* find a few more books from my childhood, but it's more than likely that people donating books nowadays are donating books their millennial children and even older read as kids, and the stuff I read as a Gen Xer is going to be a lot harder to find.

Until, of course, Gen X bookworms start to die.

Take E.W. Hildick's McGurk mysteries. I used to find them regularly at the local thrifts. Then I kept finding copies of books I already had, though I mostly bought them so I could decide if the new one was in better shape than the old.

Now, I just don't find them at the thrifts anymore. And the one pictured above is being sold as "vintage" online for $12. I used to find these for 50 cents, and on good days, ten for a dollar.

No more.

I may need to expand my search of thrift stores, go further afield -- though I note in Rexburg the book choices are even more paltry than they are locally.

End of an era, I guess.

Writing Our Own Psalm of Praise

 

I'm teaching Psalms in Sunday School this week, and it would be the week we're starting on the 25-minute lesson, so the chances of me being able to play any of the musical renditions of these songs of praise are pretty slim.

So as I prepare, I ponder: How would it be if, as a class, we wrote our own psalm?

The psalms are pretty varied in form. They don't necessarily rhyme. Some of them contain many ideas and shapes and thoughts and praises.

We could do it. Start with a few basic ideas, but then really dig into what class members praised God for this week -- and if they maybe can't remember anything, maybe encourage them to write things down this week, or make efforts to praise God for *something* that happens in the coming weeks.

Vivaldi's "Nisi Dominus - Cum Dederit" is his setting for Psalm 127:

Except the Lord build the house, they labour in vain that build it: except the Lord keep the city, the watchman waketh but in vain.

It is vain for you to rise up early, to sit up late, to eat the bread of sorrows: for so he giveth his beloved sleep.

Lo, children are an heritage of the Lord: and the fruit of the womb is his reward.

As arrows are in the hand of a mighty man; so are children of the youth.

Happy is the man that hath his quiver full of them: they shall not be ashamed, but they shall speak with the enemies in the gate.

Their use of it in Bob's Burgers always confused me a bit:

But certainly Louise ate the bread of sorrows . . . 

Photographic Proof

Late last night we got this photo of Isaac with we assume his companion, send by members welcoming him to the ward:

Then today, this photo from the mission office, with his mission president and wife, the De Wets.

We don't know yet exactly where he's serving, but we hope to find out soon.

FIRST CONTACT FROM GILBERT

So today my Facebook addiction paid off as I happened to be looking at my phone when I got a friend request from a young man living in Gilbert, Arizona. His profile said he was associated with Isaac's mission, so I accepted the request.

Almost immediately, Isaac called. All business, needing someone to get to his phone so he could re-establish contact with us now that he's in the mission, not the MTC.

Hit a few bumps, but did get contact re-established. This is excellent news.

Now I jut need someone to tell me where Elder Pixton is serving . . . 

Favorite Child

I remember as a kid visiting Yellowstone Park but being forbidden to go any further than the Dragon's Mouth Spring in the Mud Volcano area.

At the time I didn't understand why I wasn't allowed, while most of my older siblings were.

This weekend we visited the area and I actually read the signs rather than complain about the stink, and I learned that further up the trail at the Churning Cauldron Pool underground activity changed a "cool" pool into, well, a churning cauldron after a series of earthquakes in 1978 and 1979, leading to a lot of changes in the area.

So not quite as violent as the recent activity at the Black Diamond Pool, but notable in the fact it occurred fairly close to when we visited.

So maybe Mom was being protective of her younger children by saying we could go no further, but figured the older kids had had their run.

#FavoriteChild #PureSpeculation

Today?

Last we heard from Isaac he said he'd be leaving the MTC for Arizona either on Aug. 31 or Sept. 1.

So here we sit, wondering whether he'll fly out today or tomorrow. . .

UPDATE: Tomorrow.

A Yellowstone Bloop-Bloop

 

The more I visit Yellowstone, the more joy I find in the little, unnamed features the park has.

This little bloop-bloop is in the same general area as the Mud Volcano and is highly likely connected to it. It attracted me because of the odd noises it makes.

I'm pretty sure the only way to record this noise without the accompanying human chatter would be to go there either very early in the morning or late at night. And even then . . .

More Mission News

An email exchange on Isaac's second MTC P-Day:

Isaac:

I was fortunately not picked as the DL. I prayed about it right before the meeting and basically told Heavenly Father that even tho I want to be a leader, I really felt like I shouldn't be the DL because I've already got so much leadership practice. Our DL is a good kid, and he's growing a lot, but he is pretty bad about being to bed at a good time. I will say I probably deserve the blame for that because I stay up studying pretty late every night.

From Dad:

Well, leadership comes and goes. It's good to get that experience to a wide variety of people.

I hope things are going well for you there. Staying busy is the thing.

We finally got the Red Herring back from Kevin, but it's still on the wounded list. He replaced both front and rear brakes and flushed the transmission. He also replaced some bushings in the front end. Now I need to take it in for an alignment, and then take it back to him. Both shocks in the rear are shot, and there's more work to be done on the front end but it needs an alignment first. Then he's going to replace the water pump and do a timing belt kit. I guess as it's older, it needs timing belt replacements more often. And it needs new tires. Still cheaper than buying another car. So *maybe* it'll still be around when you get home.

That's about as exciting as things get here.

I have been pooped on twice by Dottie this week, which is fun. This morning she did a Peter Pan off the bed and took a dump on the floor as I was trying to put my pants on and catch up to her. See what you're missing?

His response:

I miss all the excitement clearly. Glad the red herring is keeping it pushing. I think it's definitely worth getting the work done on it.

Glad Dottie is still trucking along.

No photos, alas. . .

Everyone Can Relax. I've Found A Car.

Michelle called as I was driving home from work with an overdue report on the state of our 2005 Honda Pilot, which I took to our mechanic about three weeks ago for an assessment.

I knew with it having 264,000 miles on it that it was likely there was some work that needed doing, but what I got was a list not unlike what Ray Stantz delivered as he drove the proto-Ecto 1 up to the fire station.

Here's what's been done:

Front and rear brakes replaced.

Some front bearings and bushings replaced.

Transmission flushed.

What needs to be done:

Wheel alignment.

Likely four new tires.

Then returned to the mechanic for the following:

Timing belt kit, including water pump.

More front end bushings and bearings.

Rear shocks.

So far, only about $1,300, which seems a lot for a car that old, but I've been watching the used car market and that seems like a bargain if we can squeeze another 50,000 or so miles out of the thing.

Still, I should probably get my tools and cigarettes out to see if I can do some of the work myself.