I’ve always referred to women in my life as “gathers” whether mother, grandmother, sister, aunt, or the one who lays beside me at night.
I do so with affection and respect, a term of endearment, and that is the way it is received.
Families gather around them and they gather those things to make a house a home be it ever so humble or ever so grand.
You might hang on to things for sentimental value or because you actually need and use them, but I’ve known people who won’t part with anything even to the point of having a shed built to lock it away in – no sentimental or utilitarian value, it’s just their’s and they intend to keep it.
If it’s broken they’re going to fix it at some undetermined time in the future that may or may not eventuate.
It’s a funny thing about sheds, they often serve a viable purpose, but sometimes it seems that a kind of personal challenge exists for people to fill them to the rafters and then complain anew they haven’t enough room for their stuff.
Then there are indoor sheds referred to as closets that are often equally as filled requiring an act of faith that when opening them you won’t risk an avalanche threatening life and limb.
I’ve built more than a few sheds for people and believe I know what I’m talking about – the first step is to determine size, and I always encourage people to make it larger than what they believe their current need is telling them they’ll “grow” into it.
Maybe in a way I’m aiding and abetting, but I know how it goes.
Didn’t use to be like that prior to the advent of communal agriculture which rooted people to a particular location – the previous emphasis was on mobility and the utilitarian nature of possessions.
As the nomadic hunter gatherer lifestyle was replaced by communities and fixed locations possessions took on a new meaning – tools and essentials were still required but suddenly there was room for more than just those.
With the more sedentary lifestyle came an increase in “free” time, time to relax, time to wile away, time to acquire, the need to fill that time and be entertained.
Craftsmen and markets rose to the occasion to fill the niche and humanity became a new breed of gatherers.
Now we gather some of the silliest things like pet rocks, Ginzu knifes, chia pets, and whatever telemarketers have to offer.
Knick knacks, curios, bobbleheads, dolls and train sets that require their own room so large is the collection.
Even exercise equipment that often winds up sitting forlorn and unused to be relegated to the shed at some point or another.
Gathering I’ve come to believe is genetically encoded, you see it in children with the little treasures they find – a rock, a feather, or just about anything that catches their eye.
It comes naturally to them, it isn’t something they need to be taught.
But it’s all good if it makes children and people happy and doesn’t become obsessive, so if you’re a gatherer and need a shed go for it…… but really, if you’re contemplating a second shed you may need to think about it.