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I At some time in your life, you wander
in to the attic, or the basement, or the crawl space, and you notice
that what was once an innocent collection of six cardboard boxes
(old record albums and low-priority kitchen gear) has now been
joined by a scuffed-up golf bag, boogie boards from your last beach
trip, a tent, sleeping bags, two defunct lamps, ancient tax files, and
all of the junk that didn't sell in your last yard sale. The pile grows
every week. It's a random, rolling heap. The room is gridlocked and
unusable. Finding any specific thing in that mess would be a project
all in itself
A magic wand would be handy just now. But until you find Tinkerbell, the How to Cheat at Organizing storage-area attack plan
is a reasonable substitute.
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