I Am An (Environmental) Hoarder

Reader Contribution by Cam Mather
Published on December 14, 2011

We finally had some snow on the ground
(although it’s almost all melted away again) and so I can take a break
from garden work. I’m not in “firewood” mode yet, so I have been taking
it easy and getting caught up on some reading.

Then we decided to
re-claim some of our Aztext Press books that we have been storing at our
printer’s warehouse. They charge us for warehousing them and since
there were a few half-empty pallets we thought we’d have them shipped
here. That meant that I needed to build a few more shelves downstairs in
the guesthouse for storage. Which meant that I had to clean out a big
area. The area was full of empty boxes that we use to ship books out.
Any time that we see good boxes at the grocery store, we grab them to
use for shipping. Our collection of boxes started out small and grew
exponentially. And of course, anytime anyone shipped anything to us, I’d
save the box. Needless to say, the pile of boxes was enormous.

So
I finally said, “enough” and did a major purging. I recycled a lot of
them and knocked down some of the best candidates to be reused when I
need them. There were so many boxes that had been there for years and
that I’d never used. I started questioning my decision to have kept them
for so long.

This was reinforced when I shifted my focus to the
garage, which hadn’t had a good cleaning since we moved in here 14 years
ago. I had tidied it up just enough to be able to fit the car in again
this fall, but it was a tight squeeze and the side of the car scraped
the garbage cans as I pulled it in. The biggest mess was the recycling
area. I have plastic bins for all the regular stuff, but I also have a
big plastic bag of aluminum cans that we take to a local animal shelter
as a fundraiser, and a box full of the wine and beer bottles that I
collect from the side of the road, some old motor oil I needed to
recycle, boxes of old catalogs, magazines…. The boxes and bags of
materials seemed endless.

Glass jars, of course, should be in the
recycling bin. But I love glass jars. I save a lot of seeds so I don’t
like to recycle jars just in case I need them for seeds. It doesn’t
matter that I have boxes of glass jars stored in the horse barn. Nope,
I’ll just save this great pasta sauce jar, “cause I might need it” in
the future.

I have a genetic predisposition to this hoarding
behaviour. My Grandpa Micklethwaite saved everything. I can remember
helping to clean out his basement after he was gone and my Grandma was
moving out of the house. It was a dream job for a kid like me. He had
amazing stuff, including Playboy magazines from the 1940s and 50s that
were so old the revealing images of ladies in one-piece bathing suits
were actually illustrations and not photos. I’ll bet they’d be worth a
mint now.

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