The Most Boring Site on the Web...

I am posting our household inventory lists here.

Why?

Because I'm organizing our hoard, and we need a digital place to park the lists, you know, just in case of fire, tornado, flood, earthquake, theft, etc.

There will be nothing fancy here, perhaps a few pictures, occasional insights, mostly laborious lists of questionable possessions belonging to anonymous people who, in the greater scheme of things, really do not matter.

You might wonder why I'm doing this...

Because no one in my house wants to throw anything away, and I'm tired of looking at it--no--TRIPPING over it, so I have embarked on a long-term project of inventorying it, packing it up, and putting it out of sight and out of mind.

So when we die, our children can deal with it, but in a more organized fashion.

So if you LOVE reading tedious lists of other people's boring junk, then this is the place for you.

Otherwise, you would do well to move along.

But as long as you behave, you're still welcome...

;=)

Have a nice day!
Our Hoard (Lyrics)

Hoarderville, U.S.A.



I live in a small city, but I choose not to name it. Instead, from here on in, I will simply refer my locality as Hoarderville.

In a way, the name is apt: people around here hang onto everything and tend to be somewhat provincial. Thrift stores in Hoarderville tend to be less full than in other cities I have lived or visited, the opportunity to find a true treasure at a bargain price more unlikely. Hoardervillens feel strongly about their possessions:
They'll have to peel this broken corkscrew out of my cold, dead hands.
Don't get me wrong; I like where I live, but I'm not native to Hoarderville, and my views tend to be, well, less provincial, and I do let go of obvious junk.

If you have read through some of my lists (brave you!), you will see that, from time to time, I slip out of Hoarderville, bringing home foreign and domestic souvenirs. Why do hoarders feel that they have to bring home a piece of everywhere else?

I honestly don't know. But I'm getting better. On my last trip away from Hoarderville, I brought back only small items--a big improvement over the 10-pound rock I dragged across the ocean eight years ago. (We do have rocks around here, but they're not as pretty or interesting.)

Hoarderville can be anywhere; it's not just my city but any city in the world where crass consumerism is the way of life.
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