I walked in the house tonight and found this on the kitchen table . . .
I won't keep you in suspense: This salt-shaker-looking thing is a computer speaker . . . a used, 6 or 7-year-old speaker that my husband brought home from work . . . because they were throwing it out! Mind you, he didn't bring it home because he found it interesting-looking. Nope. My husband, bless his heart, is all about function. Robert M. Pirsig (Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance) might have said that my DH sees the classic beauty of the object, not the romantic. He also didn't bring it home because he needed it. As a matter of fact, he has a new set of speakers that came with the new computer he got for Christmas. He brought it home because he has a pack-rat compulsion to bring home electronic "things" which even if he can't use immediately, he can save for that rainy day when China stops manufacturing them . . .
I fully realize that we all have our little quirks, and one of mine is trying to keep junk from finding a spot in the house and marking its turf . . . and I can be quite obsessive about it . . . but we just spent Sunday cleaning out part of the basement and organizing the Laundry Room and the pantry . . . I couldn't believe that after all that work he'd bring home . . . more junk? So soon???? Arrgh!!!
By the way, I read this post to him before I published it . . . he just laughed. The speaker will make its way to the basement and I'll be looking at this ugly thing on and off for the next decade until he finally convinces himself that it's time to let it go . . . And you know what? It could be worse. We have relatives (on both sides) that could give lessons in collecting stuff. I mean, college-level lessons, Pack-Ratting 101. Sometimes, I have to remind myself of how much worse it could be . . .