Yesterday, I was looking through boxes in my bedroom for one particularly saleable item to gain a little extra cash for the weekend. I didn’t find what I was looking for, but I DID find two three-inch magnifying glasses, a multi-tool that I forgot I had and a small abacus. The abacus can go with a few other small items I came across and be put in a yard sale if we ever have one. The neighbor-lady would like for us to have one when she does, so she can draw more people. We may oblige her. The magnifying glasses will go in a couple preparedness kits (for starting fires and looking at splinters), and the multi-tool will go in a kit, too. Basically, I have one for the truck and one for the house. Since a have a basement full of tools, and some extra food laid back, it’s not so much that I need a kit here, but that I want to have something portable, ready either for a back-up, or to give a family member if needed.
We’ve decided to sell our beautiful Amish-made oak bed and night stands. We hate to part with it, but we haven’t used it for years and it’s just collecting dust. I’m sure we’ll only get about a third of what we paid for it, but since I’m not working yet, the money will come in handy.
I’ve sold a few small heirlooms this summer to help make life easier. As I’ve said before, I have no-one to pass most of my stuff down to, and I figure if my mind lasts, I’ll always have the memories of the people those keepsakes represent. If my mind DOESN’T hold out in my old age, the keepsakes might not be enough to jog my memory anyway.
I’ve been cleaning out my desk drawer today. Its contents have begun to overflow the drawer, in part due to the fact that my wife’s way of cleaning my desk is to put everything in the drawer. To be fair, thought, I’ve stuffed a lot of things in there myself, when unsure what to do with odd-ball items. Its contents are being sorted into the categories of “keep in drawer,” “move to basement or prep kit,” “sell” or “throw completely away.” There were SIX folding knives in the drawer. One will be sold, two will go in prep kits, two will go to the basement, and one will stay in the drawer.
The back of my left hand has three purple spots on it. I have no idea where the bruises came from, but I’ve apparently reached the age where my skin is thinning and getting tender. I sometimes find myself bleeding these days without remembering even getting a scratch. I remember my various ancestors going through the same thing. Gettin’ old ain’t no fun! © 2013-