I’ve adopted a new aphorism. The phrase was cultivated during our latest move. A move which included a plethora of boxes, many notated with vague adjectives. Miscellaneous, i.e. misc, was the numero uno choice of description. Then came the likes of various, random, important, very important, extremely important, fragile, really fragile, special, Dad’s books, Mom’s books, and books.
Near the end, up to the day of closing and bugging out like a M.A.S.H. unit, the writing on the cardboard drew intellectual confusion.
“Socks and picture frames.”
“Pop tarts and junk drawer.”
“Cat nip and scarves.”
The labeling of boxes didn’t give birth to my new aphorism; our barn did. As the great OZ said to the Tin Man: “You clinking, clanking, clattering collection of caliginous junk!” I said this loud and clear to our pseudo-barn. The emptying of the great catch-all was daunting. It was a scene from American Pickers except there was nothing to pick. Okay, maybe my nose, but nothing deserving a handshake.
Two months ago Barbara and I decided to bug out and pare down our material footprint on the planet. We sold the farm. All 7.5 acres, the barn, the chickens, the garden, and the Slop shire She-shed left behind. Now we are trying to stuff a chinook salmon into a sardine can. Our little bungalow on a postage stamp is a quaint booth in a neighborhood where walkers walk and mail boxes are safe from snow plows plowing them over. It is smaller though…by a lot.
The sorting and deciding what to pitch may take months, but we will park a car in the garage come what may. I imagine an old pickup truck full of barn stuff (an envy of Fred Sanford) driving along a dirt road with the tailgate down, and each bump dumping this-n-that like casting lots. I keep telling myself to not overthink, just open boxes and put the old catnip in the trash. But we have to pay some mind to what we want to keep. “What are the needful things?” Geez. Just pedal down the pickup and pray for washboard roads!
Anyway, I ramble. The aphorism…
“Don’t acquire a barn unless you are a farmer.”
We are about to do the same lifechsnge in 2020.
Glad you survived Jerry!
Planning ahead is good. We went through the process in 6 weeks. It was a ride! Good to hear from you Jer.
I downsized a couple years ago from a 3-bedroom mobile home to a 530 sq ft apartment. Getting rid of stuff was difficult. (I did keep most of my books.) But after living in the apartment now for almost 2 years I don’t miss a thing I got rid of. In fact, I like it simple now.
My wife, Barbara, has been watching videos on minimizing…as we clear out stuff, my mind seems clearer too. Thanks Lorraine. Good to hear from you!
That a big change you and Barbara went through. I get the sense you were ready and committed to do it. Doesn’t make it an easy process.
I’m not ready to do that …..yet. Collecting things parts that fits into my goal of making useful trinkets and gifts for special people.
That’s a great idea. Thanks for stopping by!
Good for you, Jerry! Did you guys stay in/near Kalamazoo, or somewhere else? I know that, eventually, when we downsize, it’s going to be a real challenge. “Needful things”, indeed!
We stayed near. Slightly north. Sometimes it seems like throwing stuff overboard to keep the ship from sinking!