My Dad hoards. It seems to be very much like an addiction.
Well, all I know is he goes to two Goodwill stores everyday and buys shit. Like old tupperware containers, knives, lamps, radios, tape recorders, boxes, serving trays, sewing machines, etc. On and on the list goes. My dad's house is filled up with this shit. It's fucking crazy.
My aunt and he kind of had it out while he was there. I kinda watched. It sucked.
The real problem started when in early December a valve failed in the lavatory upstairs at his house in northern Ohio. He was down at his house on the Ohio River and water soaked the upstairs unabated. It soaked the upstairs until the drywall ceiling became water logged. The ceiling fell in and the massive amount of stuff, lamps, papers, containers (most of which were empty), tools, furniture, etc. got completely soaked. The water actually went through to the basement where it collected until he got home and found about a foot of water.
The real problem started when in early December a valve failed in the lavatory upstairs at his house in northern Ohio. He was down at his house on the Ohio River and water soaked the upstairs unabated. It soaked the upstairs until the drywall ceiling became water logged. The ceiling fell in and the massive amount of stuff, lamps, papers, containers (most of which were empty), tools, furniture, etc. got completely soaked. The water actually went through to the basement where it collected until he got home and found about a foot of water.
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