Given the fact that Wayne has worked in computers since 1966, it only follows that we have one or two computers around our house. Or five or six. There's his and mine and the laptop and the smartphone and the iTouch and the PDA...the list goes on. I guess we're not very good at sharing because for the most part, they all get used.
And because we use them, there's always a need for a bigger, faster, newer one. We're good at buying them; we're not so good at getting rid of them. The old ones end up in a closet...you know, just in case. Today was the day to do something about that. Actually, yesterday was the start of a clean-up campaign in Wayne's office; we just didn't get to the computer part of it until today.
Here's the bed of the truck filled with the results of our efforts. Wayne took the hard drives out of two processors and those along with two monitors, three scanners, a printer and a keyboard are all new residents of the county's electronic recycling bin. We tried to find some place that could use them but no one seems interested in old computers, even Goodwill. I can understand that though. Recycling is the next best option.
The computers weren't the only thing that we carted off today. Wayne dismantled one of the desks that was in his office and hauled it off with the computers, piling the pieces on top of all the computer equipment. The desk was an old one in rather sad shape; it needed to go. But then, of course, we had to find a place for what was in it. It's a snowball effect...cleaning up one thing just means you have to clean up another and another. At one point in our reorganizing, we had the floor almost covered with things out of the closet and it even spilled out into the hallway. Sometimes things have to get worse before they can get better.
Wayne spent a cozy evening with the shredder tonight, disposing of old bank statements and other personal papers while he watched the football game. I think we're making progress...or else we're just expanding the wreck.