Frank never throws anything away. But he’s highly organized about it. This often works to our advantage. Not always. I’m still scarred by our move from Reading to the Cape. But yesterday, I was grateful for his proclivity.
It was a beautiful day, and I wanted to start cleaning out the window boxes that hang off our deck and the planters on the patio. My gardening gloves were in the land of the missing. But I live with someone who has anything one could possibly need in his workshop, so I headed for the basement. Bingo! Sitting on a shelf, neatly labelled, was a box containing plastic and rubber gloves. They would do nicely until I could buy some new gardening gloves.
I have to mention the box the gloves were in. We buy Keurig cups directly from the company. They arrive packaged in boxes of 24. Most people would either throw the boxes in the trash or the recycling bin. Not Frank. They serve as storage for small items on shelves in his workshop.
What can I say? He makes me smile every day.
What blissful domesticity!