Kalle Rantaaho
About the time when my daughter was born we got an industrial size (about 10 miles) roll of 3 feet wide kitchen film (that thin plastic that's used for wrapping everything). When it was all used, 25 years later (!), we gave its cardboard core a viking burial, boldly in flames it went...

Funny you should say that because recently I finished a huge roll of tin foil that I bought maybe 6 years ago and just seemed to go on forever. When at last the final sheet was torn off, my bottom lip quivered visibly.

I'm crazier than that.  I've got a pair of Merrill "Memphis" sliders that I absolutely love.  Merrill doesn't make them anymore and I can't find any on Ebay or anywhere else.  If I could I would buy all I could get in my size.  So now, I've quit wearing them altogether...so they won't wear out.  But then, of course, I don't get the pleasure of the one thing I love them for.  They've become like Nigel Tufnel's guitar that is too valuable to be touched, let alone played.  Now that's nuts.

 

I usually say goodbye to last night's dinner as I flush the toilet.

Does anyone else pay tribute to things when throwing them in the trash? Or am I nuts?

why would you think one precludes the other? 

sharke
Can hardly believe I'm admitting this. A favorite pair of pants split on me today. They were a pair of rough and tumble Kuhl's that I've worn at least 2 or 3 times a week for the last couple of years. I absolutely loved them. They split down the side as I crouched down to pick something up. And as I was throwing them in the trash, I said "You were a good pair of pants and I really enjoyed wearing you. Goodbye buddy." 
 
I think I've done this before. I seem to remember thanking my Brother Inkjet when I took it downstairs to the trash last year. 

The perfect analogy for marriage.

I have a t-shirt with a map of Nantucket that I bought when I lived there 12 years ago that was too small to begin with and then shrank in the wash. But every time I decide to prune my t-shirt drawer, I look at it, sigh wistfully, and put it back. I cannot bring myself to throw or give it away. What am I going to do, cart the thing around with me for the rest of my life? And then what, leave it to someone in my will? 
 
I also have my old address book from when I moved to America. I brought it with me to keep in contact with people back home. Not everyone had email back then, and those that did wrote their email addresses next to their names before I left. I don't think there's one single detail in that book that's still correct today. Yet I can't get rid of it. Just looking at my handwriting from years ago makes me feel all sentimental. 
 
But on the other hand, I know that throwing away crap like this can be a cathartic experience and leaves you feeling lighter and less cluttered. A feng shui practitioner once told me a neat system: take all of those things which you don't use but can't bear to throw out and put them all in a large trash bag in the closet/garage. If, after one year has passed, you have not opened that bag, throw it out. I'll do it some day. 

You're a hoarder sharks :) if you don't need it give it away or trAsh it. This is my advice to you. But I'm a non-hoarder.

Actually I guess I owe ol Sharke a "laurel and hardy handshake" for his post.  It reminded me about those dern slides I love and that I haven't tried to find any in a long while.  So I did some google sleuthing and found that even though Merrell hasn't made the "Memphis" in years it was making a model that for all practical purposes (except for the color) was identical called the "Traveler Tilt".  Which just happened to be on %50 off clearance at Merrell as a discontinued model.  And one of the only two sizes they had left was mine!!  Boom!  Be here within a week.  Thanks ol pal...tangentially:-)
 

I don't really claim any particular attachment to anything material and I've never blessed my clothing but my shorts are holy holey...does that count?
 
I told my wife about a certain toy I remembered when I was just a bean sprout and she surprised me by finding one in mint condition and buying it....so now I have "Rudy The Robot" standing in my studio.. The sight of him brings back certain childhood memories.
 
The main material things I cherish are things handed down to me by people I love who are no longer alive. I have a few things from my mother like that.