Where my man keeps his stuff is messier.
Hunters and gatherers ran through my mind today. Did I think of nomad tribes wandering here and there, hunting game and gathering edible plants, nuts and fruit?
NOPE, not me. I thought of how Hubby gathers his stuff around his chair as if, when it were put away, he may never see it again. I thought about how he HUNTS for his stuff and I GATHER it for him and put it back where it is supposed to be.
I have to admit I have a couple of corners like that. One, my computer center, is piled with important pieces of paper and the things I need while computing. My other corner is beside my chair but limited to one side table, stacked high with about ten books. I know I can not read them all at once but if I put them away, I will need them. I will have to HUNT and GATHER them from where ever I decided to put them away. So they stay there, my Dog Whisperer, my Horse Riding for Dummies, a few good novels, a dog breed book, a tablet and a pencil.
Now I have confessed to my corners, we shall talk about Hubby's. What ever may be needed for any thing is in this corner where he will "know where it is". We have a shop with a lean to, a boat shed, a barn, a smokehouse and a basement but these things must stay here.
Dead batteries, pennies, ammunition of all sorts(the guns are in a cabinet), knives, things he got for Christmas, bolts, various flashlights and keys that fit nothing. This is just naming a few things.
After years of cleaning this corner and putting things in my proper order, I have admitted defeat. I have tried to make life easier by expanding his corner. It has a desk, with drawers. He has a side table, oops, make that two. I have even supplied a large trash can so he does not have to leave his corner to throw something away. And yet he still HUNTS for every thing although he swears he put it right there, did I move it, what did I do with it, where is this? Now I can just say, in your corner.
I fixed a tool closet with MY tools. I have...HAD all tools in order so I could just reach in and find what I needed without looking. Now, they are gone because Hubby could not find his and since mine were so handy, you guessed it, mine are gone now too. I shall become the GATHERER once again.
It may not be food but I do think man and woman maintain their original roles. He is the Hunter and I, forever it seems, shall remain the Gatherer.