Ken viewed everything as a potential material for a project of some sort. He loved finding things. He was a hunter and gatherer. Some people called him a pack rat, but he used what he had. Who else could build an entire chicken coop from scavenged materials?
People called our place the “Reuse center.” But now I want my house back. I am sorting through boxes, drawers, tubs of rags people gave me for rugs.
Today I sorted the towel closet. For the first time in recent memory there are shelves with space. This whole pace is like this closet: packed full and in need of sorting, to find space. Progress, slow, but progress it is.
