My wife and I have been trying to get rid of “stuff” for several years now. Things we once thought that we needed to do things that we once planned to do don’t appear to be so necessary anymore. We probably won’t have the health or live long enough to do many of the things we wanted. We won’t have the money to do others, plus, between Obamacare and Obama’s speeding up of an already crashing economy, I may have to work until my dying day just to survive. I’d originally planned to retire at 62, but that looks impossible now.
Some of my things I’ve sold, some I’ve given away to folks who could actually use them, or were at least interested in them, while some things that had only sentimental value could only be thrown away. For instance, I’d once planned to record all my old 78 records onto flash drives or CD’s, but I don’t know when I’ll ever have the time. As a result, I promised my old Brunswick hand-crank phonograph to my daughter-in-law months ago. I just got the first box of records to her last weekend. I need to take anther box to her before I can actually get in to the phonograph to move it. That will be a little more available floor space for me and a little less for her. I jokingly told her that I’d decided that the way to get rid of my junk was to give it to her.
I wonder, though, will I ever really get a forge set up and use my grandfather’s old anvil and the hammers and tongs that I’ve collected over the years? At age 59, it seems unlikely, but I still can’t make myself trash the idea just yet. Will the old-time woodworking tools that I got mostly from family ever be put to serious use if I can’t retire at 62 and start my little hobby wood-working business? If I have to work until age 80 to pay for Obama’s “hope and change,” it seems nigh impossible. I’d like to see these things go to someone who’d actually use them, but that means that I have to part with them while I’m still mentally with it. It’s the same way with my guns. I’d rather give them to someone who needs them than sell them, but will I ever need them again? I haven’t hunted for five years, but it’s like I’d be giving away a part of myself. Besides, what if they’re needed to kill A-rabs someday? (That’s a distinct possibility with everything that’s going on in the world.)
I bumped into a former coworker in a fast-food joint the other day, as she got food for the two granddaughters with her. She, too, is cutting back on the length of her bucket list (and her current activities), not just due to age, but also due to worsening rheumatoid arthritis. I guess if it ain’t one thing it’s another.
Looking back, I know that I’d have been a lot further down my list if I’d been the hermit that I’d once considered becoming. Too soon old and too late smart, as the Pennsylvania Dutch say! LOL I hope you get all the items checked off your bucket list except one. We all still need something to shoot for. © 2014