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Doesn’t Everybody Have A Didgeridoo In Their Basement?

Posted March 11, 2010 by jim young in Lifestyle

– jim young

I like stuff. You know – neat stuff.

I think that’s what really separates us from the animal world. Stuff.

Animals, for the most part, don’t collect stuff.

Crows are one of the exceptions. They like to collect shiny stuff. In some ways I guess I’m like a crow. But my stuff doesn’t have to be shiny.

Squirrels get accused of collecting stuff. So much so that “squirrel” has even become a verb in our language. But it’s usually just food that squirrels squirrel away. So that doesn’t really count.

But mostly animals don’t collect stuff. They don’t have a need for it.

We don’t have a need for it either, but everybody likes to collect at least some stuff – some more than others.

I fall into the “more” category.

We have 2 kinds of stuff in our house. My wife’s stuff and my stuff.

My wife says her stuff is valuable. She says my stuff is “junk” and only collects dust.

I’m not sure I understand the difference but I don’t bother to dispute it any more.

My wife’s stuff can be found in the living room and bedrooms and other places of honour throughout the house. My stuff is banished to the basement and garage.

That’s okay because that’s where I spend most of my time anyway.

I think I inherited my desire to collect stuff from my Dad. He used to collect stuff too. When he couldn’t fix Mom’s toaster any more, he would cut the power cord off it before he threw the toaster out. Dad would tell me it might come in handy some day.

In all the years that I saw my Dad fix toasters or any other small appliances, the one thing that never broke on them was the power cord. But if one ever did, Dad was well prepared to fix it.

Some of my friends think I’m a hoarder. But I’m really just a collector. Someone once told me that as long as I don’t have any dead animals in my basement full of stuff that I’m not really a hoarder.

Actually I do. I have the skulls of 2 dogs. But I keep them for sentimental reasons so I don’t think that makes me a hoarder.

But the rest of the stuff I have is divided into 2 categories.
The stuff I intend to sell for a profit
and the stuff I like to keep as collectibles.

When I retire I might sell the latter stuff too. But not likely.

Take my ViewMaster collection. I’m not really inviting you to take it. That’s just an expression.

I love my ViewMaster collection. I have almost 100 viewers and I don’t know how many reels. One day I bought a common ViewMaster for 25 cents at a garage sale. I have several of that model, but it was only a quarter so I couldn’t resist it.

When I showed it to my wife, she asked me, “How many of those do you need?”

I looked her straight in the face and replied, “All of them.”

My wife doesn’t understand the passion of a collector.

But I don’t think she really tries either.

One day while we were driving to work the trivia question on the radio was, “What musical instrument is native to Australia?”

“Didgeridoo,” I said before the contestant had a chance to answer.

“How would you even know that?” my wife asked.

“Well for starters,” I replied, “we have one in our basement. If you would just go down there and look around once in awhile, you would know that.”

But in fairness to my wife, even I don’t really know everything that I have in the basement. Sometimes when I’m moving stuff around I find something I didn’t know I had.

When that happens it’s kind of like finding a buried treasure.

But maybe that’s why I have so much stuff.

I buy things forgetting that I already have one. Of course if it worth collecting, it’s always better to have a spare or two anyway, so it’s not really a waste.

So now I’m in the market for a didgeridoo. You know – as a spare for the one I already have.

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