For a couple of decades, perhaps longer, my business partner and I had a storage unit rented to store the lesser used tools. Through the years the space has continued to be more expensive. Though it's full of stuff, we haven't a great need for space and had intended to clean it out last year and then my partner came down with cancer. Now that he is gone, it's time to clean it out and stop the monthly charge. He has stuff, I have stuff, and we have stuff in this 10x20 space. I hauled a truck load of my stuff to the dump this morning. There was likely some good along with the bad but I wasn't into a sorting mood. Next is our stuff and then my partner's kids can decide what they want to do with their dad's stuff.
Now for the rants. In the process of lifting and moving some of the heavy stuff I managed to strain my back. I ran into the corner of a table saw and frogged my thigh muscle. And my biggest rant.. Through all the years and many visits to the unit, I've never seen another person there. The units are all in one building back to back with a narrow drive that goes around the building. I had to move my truck twice to let someone else in. The place was like walmart on a Saturday where I feel like I'm in everyone's way.