A couple weeks ago, when I told Scott that my biggest obstacle to decluttering is the fact that I can never figure out what to declutter, he said, “Well, we could work on that shelf in the hall upstairs.” Brilliant!!! I was immediately on board.
Now, here’s the deal about that shelf: it’s packed full of books and binders, but it contains nothing of mine, and that’s why I’ve never cleared it out. It’s loaded with mostly ministry-related books that have – often uninvited – landed in our house over the past 25+ years. But Scott doesn’t do a lot of reading, and that’s putting it graciously. He reads the Bible, he reads WORLD magazine, he reads what’s necessary for the running of our disciple-making ministry and our vacation rental business, and from time to time he reads portions of books that help us make a great marriage, but on no day ending in “Y” would I describe Scott as an avid reader.
Since I have no authority over anything on that hall bookshelf, and since I feared that tackling an entire shelf all at once (it has three) might discourage Scott from completing the task, I’ve been gradually handing him just a few books at a time and asking him to tell me if they should go or stay. Amazingly, a couple of the go’s that I’ve posted on paperbackswap.com have already been requested(!!!), and a number of other go’s are on their way to the library thrift shop. This – and the fact that Scott’s been willing to eat the elephant in numerous tiny bites – has made me very happy. And so, we’re making progress on decluttering.
In tangentially related news, I may have mentioned that our house is old. However, even after 110 years, good ole’ 8053 still provides us very consistent climate control: nice and warm in the summer and very cool in the winter. It being winter now, we are making good use of our two hefty, clunky, older than dirt, oil-filled space heaters. One’s living in the office, and the other migrates across the hall between the guest room (where Scott’s working on a book – writing it; not reading it) and the Zoom room (where he does some of his calls and meetings).
Since they’re not fan-forced, each heater needs about 20 minutes to begin taking the chill out of a room. Therefore, to be comfortably warm and/or to have access to his main computer and desk stuff, Scott often prefers to do his calls in the office, and this means that if I’m also at my desk, I hear everything he and his associates are saying. Now, I am able to do mindless things like folding bulletins or stamping envelopes or sorting desk piles while such conversations going on in the same room, but my brain simply cannot accomplish thoughtful tasks like bookkeeping, writing, or editing while words are being said. So, the other day, when Scott was in a screen-sharing discussion with the other Branson Canyon Property Owners Association board members, I motioned to him to please put on headphones. I knew that even with his headphones on, I’d still hear what he was saying, but somehow that’s not as distracting as also hearing everything the other guys are saying. (Hmm… does that mean I’ve spent 34 years learning to tune him out…? Perish the thought!)
Anyway, he did put on his headphones, but – aarrggh – I still kept hearing their full conversation. Sigh. Something about his headphones was clearly not working right. This was frustrating, but Scott is a gentleman, and without my asking, he muted himself, got up, and left for a few minutes. When he came back – hallellujah! – Jim and Shawn had somehow been silenced. After the call, I asked him what he’d done. He said he didn’t know what was wrong with his headphones, but he’d gone to get some certain kind of cord to plug them in (to something?), and that did the trick. The only problem was that he’d had to swipe that cord from the bathroom speaker, and did I happen to have another one of those cords?
Good question. It seems that having cords (of all kinds) and charging cables (for all types of devices) readily available in one’s desk is a wifely function, much like the motherly function of having Band-Aids, tweezers, Certs, pens, minimal cash, and Ibuprofen readily available in one’s purse. Although I didn’t recall ever having – or ever even using – such a cord, I dutifully dug through my zip-loc bag of extra cords and stated, “No, I don’t. But there might be one in the Extra Electronics box.”
For the sake of any readers whose legal mail has never been delivered to 8053, let me explain. For reasons that have never been entirely clear, when items that are or are related to electronic devices (including, but not limited to wires, modems, adapters, cables, printers, chargers, cords, and keyboards) are no longer in use, they are deposited into a cardboard box on the top right shelf of the office closet. There they live, breed, and eventually die, but even when deceased they are not discarded. As time has passed, some of the ever-increasing contents have over-topped the “E.E.” box, occasionally dangling into the hair of persons innocently entering the closet to retrieve, say, a stack of #10 envelopes or a new sermon notebook. Some sevenish years ago, when it all drove me crazy, I systematically extricated each cord, carefully wound it up, neatly rubber-banded it, and gently returned it to its place of honor. Such organization compressed the contents admirably, freeing up additional volume to accommodate even more, uh… stuff.
So, when I suggested to My Hero that he look in the Extra Electronics box for such a cord, and when he didn’t he look too terribly excited about that idea, I seized the opportunity for a significant decluttering event. We pulled down the box, and since I have never even known what the things in that box are, much less what they’re good for, I asked him to go through the box with my “help.” Meaning that I handed him each item, one at a time, and asked him to answer only one very specific question about it: “Do we own anything that uses this?”
The process actually went pretty quickly, with all the yes’s going in one pile to keep, and all the no’s going in another pile to either ditch or thrift. But the initially humorous and eventually hilarious thing about the whole deal was what Scott kept saying when I handed him certain kinds of cords. They were of different lengths, materials, colors, and textures, and his comments went like this:
“Hmm… that’s a… ??? Um, yeah, I know what that goes to, but we don’t have one of those any more.”
“Well, that goes to a… oh, just recycle it.”
(with a sheepish grin) “We used to use that kind of cord to charge things, but it’s an old-style cord.”
“That’s another one of those.”
(starting to chuckle) “Give it away. It’s another one.”
(pointing to a growing pile) “That’s another one of those.”
(laughing out loud) “It’s another one.”
(both of us hee-hawing uncontrollably) “That’s another one!
Yes, we had EIGHT different charger cords for older, no-longer-on-the-premises, non-Apple devices!!!
We trashed all the damaged or completely mysterious no’s, tossed all the “It’s another one!” cords plus several other potentially usable non-cord items into the thrift store bag, and in the end we discarded a net total 25 items from the Extra Electronics box. O, THE JOY!
As usual, I didn’t think to take a before picture, but here’s how our old faithful E.E. box looks right now.
Jury’s out on how long we’ll be able to maintain all that lovely unused space.