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Sixth Line QEW Martindale hat started as a simple remodeling of a room ended with 30 (magical, musical) years of my life being boxed up and lugged into the basement, awaiting who-knows-what foul fate. You see, we have this underutilized room at the back of our house that is positively bursting with potential -- a room that is walled by windows, thusly brimming with sunshine, and that affords a beautiful view of the backyard. We fell in love with this sunroom the rst time we saw the house and over the years we hatched ambitious plans for its bright, uplifting space. It would become an of ce, a workout room, a library/reading room, a place where we'd go to nourish our souls, recharge our batteries, and lose ourselves in literature. Hey, we did actually store a ton of books in this room. Alas, over time it became less a library and more of a junk room; you know, the room where everything that doesn't really have a home anywhere else in the house is ignominiously laid to rest. Well, recently, we decided to rectify this situation and turn this solarium into something. Speci cally, a yoga room. It was decided by `The Powers That Be' that the transformation would be two-pronged: my wife would quarterback the creative (choosing colors, décor, etc.), while I would do the grunt work. That is, divest the room Saying `namaste' to CDs as technology marches on That's W Life Andy Juniper Guest Contributor 11 | Thursday, September 3, 2015 | OAKVILLE BEAVER | www.insideHALTON.com of a decade worth of accumulated stuff. My wife's portion of the job involved drinking a lot of tea and making curious, pensive sounds while leisurely sur ng homedecorating websites. My portion involved a few full days of manual labour, helping myself to a hernia with heavy lifting, inhaling decades of dust, and making executive decisions on what to do with all the stuff I was single-handedly hauling out of that room. Naturally, most of it was just tossed into the basement, to be dealt with later. But my books, I decided, should have a home in my already crowded of ce; which meant that the racks and racks of fastidiously alphabetized CDs that lined the walls had to go. Ah, I thought: but what to do with all that music? What to do with the nearly three decades worth of obsessive collecting of a technological form that had become obsolete? What to do with thousands of dollars worth of beautiful noise that is now worth, collectively speaking, less than a coffee and a cruller. Admittedly, I can be a sentimental freak at times. As I began boxing these CDs, I was touching each with fondness, remembering the music and joy each proffered, even blinking back an errant tear or two. Admittedly, by about the 10th or 12th box, all sentimentality had been pushed out the window and I was callously tossing the little dust collectors into their cardboard graves and manhandling them off to the basement. The other day, as I sat enjoying a coffee in our brand-spanking-new yoga room, I contemplated the ultimate fate of my considerable CD collection. Currently the boxes sit in a dark, deserted corner of the basement beside, ttingly enough, boxes of old records. And for a moment, I imagined the boxes communicating with each other, the records saying knowingly to the CDs: "Hey, we told you that your day would come." -- Andy Juniper can be contacted at ajjuniper@gmail.com, found on Facebook www.facebook.com, or followed on Twitter at www.twitter.com/thesportjesters. Dr. Vanessa Milich & Associates Family Dental Care Encouraging Healthy and Happy Smiles Caring for Oakville Families for 10 years Welcoming New Patients Evening and Saturday Appointments Queensbury Dental 905.849.8449 Dundas St. Oakmead n Trafalgar Rd. River Oaks Blvd. Upper Middle Rd. 1534 Queensbury Cres., Oakville (on Upper Middle Rd., just west of Trafalgar Rd.) www.queensburydentalclinic.com