Learning how to share all over again…

Share all the tools!
Share all the tools!

One of my goals for owning my first home is to keep it free of stuff. This includes the garage. Unfortunately, the garage is already filling up with things. Just as nature abhors a vacuum, living spaces seem to follow the same rules. However, Heather and I found a remedy for our unnecessary accumulation: The NE Seattle Tool Library!

I didn’t know what a tool library was until my wife enlightened me. It’s a common place where people donate tools for public use. Not just hammers and hand saws, but power tools and plumbing supplies and electrical equipment. A whole garage full of crafty goodness, plus a bike repair station and in house large equipment woodworking area. All for a yearly membership fee of $20!

It's like a free hardware store!
It’s like a free hardware store!

It’s based off of the premise of shared resources. Home improvement equipment can cost on the upwards of thousands of dollars. Not to mention the amount of space tools take up gathering dust when not being used. Let’s be honest, unless you’re a hard core manly-man who lives and breathes Home Depot, you might pull out a cordless drill twice a year to do an odd project. Or an emergency comes up and you run down to Ace Hardware for $400 worth of supplies that you may never use again. Very inefficient and wasteful!

Work on your bike at the bike station.
Work on your bike at the bike station.
Shelves of crafty items!
Plenty to choose from at the tool library…

If the community comes together and pools its resources, suddenly you have a plethora of equipment that can be checked out and returned with a common storage space. No more cluttered garage and unused items. Beyond just things to use, there are instruction classes and an information library. Everything you need to repair your sink, sand your deck, or build that brand new arcade cabinet you always wanted! Everyone wins!

This is a big push towards a shared resource economy. Another similar idea (and one that may be implemented at the tool library) is time banking, where people make agreements to share skills. A doctor trades 1 hour of medical service to a family for 1 hour of childcare. A plumber trades 1 hour of plumbing service to a carpenter for 1 hour of carpentry. The importance isn’t on profit but connection.

Ridesharing, couchsurfing, and community gardening are all ways that people across the U.S. are coming together to form closer, more sustainable relationships. It’s an extension of the commons… a public space that is a resource for the whole community and is taken care of by the whole community. A reverse on the trend of resource hoarding; taking as much as you can as fast as you can before someone else can take it.

Come visit the NE Tool Library today!

Heather and I recognize that we have more space than any two people really need. In order to be responsible stewards for this space, we’ve decided to make our space productive. By converting our yard into a growing area, we can produce food not only for ourselves but friends and neighbors. We are constantly on the lookout for ways to be more sustainable and sharing oriented in our new home ownership!

If any of this sounds awesome, look around to see if there are groups and organizations nearby engaging in resource sharing. If not, start one! All it takes is a few people deciding to share with each other to get the idea off the ground.

A day in the life…

Brew all the beer!
Brew all the beer!

In many ways, I am a typical husband. I drink beer. I pull the 9-5. I have a hard time listening.

Actually, I HAD a hard time listening. Come to find, it really isn’t my fault. It’s genetic. Seriously.

Last night I noticed my right ear felt a little plugged up. Thinking this was something I could fix, I went through our medicine boxes for some ear drops. First bottle I found had expired in 2007.

I don’t know how you feel about expired medication, but I doubt it works the same way as expired food. Most expired food can be upcycled into even MORE awesome food. Milk turns into cheese. Fruit turns into wine. Cabbage turns into sauerkraut. However, I doubt medicine follows these same rules of awesomeness.

See, it could be so easy!
See, it could be so easy!

If I could guarantee superpowers by putting expired eardrops in my ears, I would be first in line. Knowing my luck, it would make my ears bleed. Fortunately, I found a kinda non-expired bottle of ear drops. Winning! The instructions were simple enough. Put 5-10 drops in ear.

Check.

Wait 10 minutes, then drain ear.

Check.

If needed, flush ear with warm water.

Check.

Result: Went from a little plugged up, to completely plugged up.

yeah... about that...
yeah… about that…

This was not what I had in mind right before bed. I even jumped in the shower and attempted to flush things out with the shower head. No go. I found myself with complete hearing loss out of my right ear, a strange ringing, and slight vertigo.

To make things worse, I couldn’t call in sick the next day to go see the doctor first thing. Why? I had a 4000 circulation mailing to direct in the morning and nobody else in the office knows how to direct such an endeavor.

Winning fail. FML.

I called my doctor’s office first thing in the morning. They had an opening for 2:30pm. Perfect. I went to work, got the mailing done, and checked out in time to make it to my appointment. It took the doc 30 seconds to figure out what was wrong.

The technical diagram.
The technical diagram.

“Your ears are completely blocked up with wax.”

Five minutes later, the nurse comes into the room with a bottle of hydrogen peroxide and a syringe the size of a turkey baster. She meant business. The next hour was spent supersoaking my ear drums, and what came out was amazing horrific. I didn’t know my ear drums had that much space in them, but let me tell you, apparently my sinus cavity is the Tardis. The plus side, when everything was flushed out, I could suddenly hear sounds I had forgot existed; the chirping of birds, the minutia of music, the slight rustle of fabric. It was a brand new world filled with possibility.

Plus, I could now hear my wife talking to me from the kitchen. Who knew?

Moral of the story: Your husband may not really be ignoring you. It could just be excessive ear wax.