All houses have some area where you store all those things just do not use, at least we do not use frequently.
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| boxes that originally contained bottles of wine, today are crowded with books, and lie about other electronic material recycled (JMBigas, February 2011) |
The old houses were equipped with a loft, a loft or a late-night (as is customary to call them in Catalan). Had to climb stairs usually uneven and badly lit, to arrive at a creaking door opening. These lofts were often places of memory, often lost, or remains nonsense former inhabitants of the house. Many movies have used the attic as enclosures of terror, or as a refuge for those with something to hide.
Today vertical floors (called townhouses) have a basement, garage or attic, which is used for this purpose. Garages, especially, are a good illustration. They accumulate content boxes often unknown, perhaps packaging will eventually be reused, toys and other old and useless gibberish. Enter and exit the garage with the car requires some aim to avoid these traps.
Small Urban Flats also always have some area for this particular type of conservation or storage. The family stories often have the so-called storage (you shall know them by name), which is a little room off the floor itself, which is located in the basement, or attic, or next to the garage or in a low traffic area . There is a storage room on each floor, usually sized small, but enough to stack boxes, packaging, chairs on the terrace in winter, etc.. The storage rooms on all floors tend to be close together, next to the garage or in a dark hallway that owners can access a locked door.
floors are not storage enabled, on the fly, some area for the same function. Sometimes it's a loft above the hall (the space between the true and the false ceiling plaster ceiling), which can be accessed, perched on a ladder, through a wooden door from the kitchen or the living room or from one of the bathrooms.
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| Move the big box and heavy carcass with a monitor inside will be a torture (JMBigas, February 2011) |
I lived many years in a small apartment of 49 meters square (one bedroom, lounge, kitchen, bathroom and a small balcony where you could barely moving a clothesline.) There was no place dead to use as storage. But in the input pasillito, opposite the kitchen, and in the corner of the gateway, was an area of \u200b\u200bnot more than forty or fifty feet wide and five feet long, by not routinely circulated . Issued daily practice, the smallest area used for accumulating boxes of books and reading, or newly purchased packages of things, and that prudence advised not to throw away (well, recycle ). That corner was turned into a makeshift storage room, whose capacity was fully aware only when I had to make a move.
who really does not have at home in any place authorized or established for this purpose, you can always rely on commercial supply storage rooms for rent (advertising offers from 1 meter square).
For years now, the floor where I live has a storage room about twenty feet square, which is accessed through a door in front of the elevator in the gateway. There is a hallway in U, with more than a dozen storage rooms, one for each floor of my ladder. I think that one has never been sold, and still belongs to the promoter (which is a perpetual debtor of the Community, as storage rooms also have quota).
is rustic construction (cement floor, plasterboard walls, gate), but does its job. Viability appeared only during construction of the house (they were not in the original), thanks to a steep slope between the front and back of the plot. Despite the improvised, all storage rooms are fully deeded and recorded in the Cadastre as autonomous elements. Therefore, the appropriate payment rate for IBI and Service Provision Urban Waste Management (sic) the City of Madrid, as the floor and the parking space. Few euros every year.
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| These folding chairs are unlikely to be re use, but there are, in the attic (JMBigas, February 2011) |
the first day, when I got the key, the attic was empty. Should remember, because this often we forget. It has only one point of light, which, in turn, installed a simple cap and a light bulb. For the (rare) visits to storage, it is more than enough.
The floor has several built-in closets, plus large master bedroom closet which I installed, and shelves and bookcases of the room and the room I use as an office (where I write). In truth, I was convinced I would never be able to fill. Delusion.
At first, only kept in the storage boxes I had left cleared to make the move, reserved for possible future use.
Over time, I found the clearance shelves and cabinets, including books, CD, s, VHS tapes, and later DVDs, and Games for the PC, I overflowed by everywhere. He had books in double and triple row, and others lying on top, to fill the available space. I decided that I had read books could save the least somewhere handy, because very rarely had to resort to them. Reuse at first some small boxes from moving, and filled with books read. The number and took inventory of what is in each (in case). I started a saga that was based on re-filling the boxes of six (or twelve) bottles of wine to fill them with books. It should not be very great, because a big box full of books no one can move. Since I have 26 of them in the attic.
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| folded boxes of various types and sizes await the moment of re- Useful (JMBigas, February 2011) |
I was doing the same thing with VHS tapes (I have 6 medium and large boxes with them in the attic) as well as PC Games (with that I have 5 boxes in the attic, and several filing cabinets on the floor yet).
When I bought the first computer (screen and printer), I thought to take advantage of the storage room packages, for what might be needed later . When I changed the display culona by a flat, took advantage of the fact that he not shoot packaging original to put back the screen in the box and keep it in the attic. The result is a huge box and very heavy, and greatly sudo every time I the possibility of carrying case and display a green dot.
When I changed to a more modern computer, the old also put it in its original packaging, and today is another big, heavy box that occupies a space in the attic.
bought a barbecue for the balcony (with all its gadgets, including the charcoal and pads to turn). But only used it once, then to see the smoke indecent rode around the neighborhood. I was luckier than a neighbor, who staged a barbecue in his backyard, that I have not ever been used in the past eight or nine years. Before that, we also saw some smoke history. Enough for me to disassemble and put her back in the box and put everything in storage.
on the floor I have a few racks to store (and present) up to a hundred bottles of wine. But after a trip to various wine regions, where it took some boxes of wine in the trunk of the car, I had no space in the bottle, and decided to store them in time in the attic. Well, usually there is light, and the atmosphere is quite cool all year round. Not a bad place for an impromptu bodeguilla. The only movement of output I remember in the attic for the last ten years is a case of wine up to the floor, to fill in the spaces left free bottle for consumption.
For a party with friends, I had to buy some folding chairs for the balcony. The first one I bought had some wood (not ready for outdoors). After the party left them folded on the terrace a while, and suffered in the rain. Were virtually unusable. But instead of having them directly for recycling, I decided to keep them in the attic, just in case . Then I bought other aluminum and plastic, more practical, and I have also in the attic, waiting for some new towns.
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| These chairs are waiting to ever deployed again on the terrace (JMBigas, February 2011) |
Some bags that I fit into any loft house cabinets, lay wrapped in plastic bags in the attic. I have already replaced all other models, but there are old.
cartons, those prepared to carry three or six bottles (wine, usually), plegaditas, I have several in the attic, gathering dust.
When one begins to be aware of the phenomenon storage (build-up of things you probably never need to re-use) decides to take action. The packaging for the vast majority of things I've bought in recent years went directly to the recycling without going through the attic.
In computing the term is used buffer (which would mean, in English, something like bumpers, fenders, top rail, cushion) to designate a buffer, or buffer. The data are on the disc is loaded into a buffer to them more easily accessible if to need again. The buffer storage is Tackle. The place where things are stacked and should have been thrown. It is a kind of limbo or purgatory, where many things are piled up, waiting for a final destination .
But storage capacity is necessarily limited, and natural course is to go full. You, astute reader, you're probably sniffing and tragedy. There is a day when you open your door, we only live a single idea: have to clean the attic , because it can not be anything else. Me and the idea I was assaulted several times. So far I have managed to silence her with false consolations (that pile of boxes is still stable, we can put another on top, in that corner still fit a couple of small boxes ;...).
But the very idea put hand gives me cold sweats. Because what undoubtedly will have to pull, is most probably at the bottom of everything. The cellar is a LIFO queue ( Last In, First Out ) by definition. Especially mine, which is rectangular, elongated, and the door is at one end. To bring to recycle that old PC (two heavy boxes, covered by other boxes to be still useful to move) or the big box of VHS tapes ... will have to move everything in the store room. Since there is no space for many motions, we must take things into the hall, to access what you want out, then put back everything to still not arrived on time. I still sweating only imagine.
not cool, but nothing's sole idea to clean the attic. Do, and should be the debacle. Because once you have to carry out the recycling, we must take down the hall to the landing of the portal, and then download it to the car. But those big boxes do not fit me in the car. How do I do?. At this point in the chronicle of disaster, normally interrupt the argument, and I settle on the belief that I will never come a time that is essential to perform the task, I'll get ad aeternum postpone, and come to arree .
The storage, Purgatory Tackle, source of so much torment ...
JMBA
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