Yesterday, just after lunch, the guy made his payment on a mortgage that I hold on my old home place, so we spent the afternoon paying bills. Some months, utilities are such that I run out of money before I run out of bills. This winter, I’ve actually had a few bucks left over most months. Technically, it would be cheaper to mail in all my bills but, by running all over the place, I can pay them all locally. It makes my wife happy to see them all paid in one day and it gives us “something to do.” In other words, besides being a necessary evil, paying bills has become a form of entertainment for us.
After getting home, I got a call from a fellow to whom I’d sold a sawmill frame. He’d apparently changed phones lately, and I couldn’t reach him to let him know that I’d found some more parts that I’d promised him. So last week, I put an ad in the local buy-sell-trade paper for him to call me and told the reason why. Despite having never seen the ad, he just happened to call me anyway. I told him what was up, and he came out later and got the parts. I also gave him three sawmill magazines and one book on the subject. While he was here, he also bought a couple more things from me that I hadn’t counted on.
This afternoon, we took the money and went to town. We bought a cheap lunch and then went to Wally World to stock up on some much-needed groceries. With our aging memories, it took quite a while to gather all the loot, even though we tried to combine our “knowledge” on the matter. After going home and putting the stuff away, we scooped up the Mighty Dachshund and went BACK to town, so my wife could walk a round in the mall. While she did that, I hand fed a cheeseburger to the pooch and made a couple phone calls. I’d already looked in the Chinese Emporium and learned that they didn’t carry alum. So, I called a local hardware store that sold canning supplies, but to no avail. Then I called the Kroger store and learned that they had it in stock. I stopped there on our way home and got a small can.
As we were driving around yesterday, my wife mentioned selling some more stuff, plus, selling our home in a couple years and moving to town. I know it’s the best thing for her, but I would hate it. After we got home the second time, I sat in the porch swing a few minutes, despite the cold, and thought about it all. I hate to part with the last three quilts I have that were made by my beloved great aunt, besides, such things aren’t bringing the money they were 20 years ago. I also hate to part with the little wooden rocking chair that was a wedding present to my parents from my great grandfather in 1948. It was supposed to be over 100 years old at the time. Money can’t make up for those kind of memories, still, we could use the cash and we really DO need to declutter.
As a Christian, I should probably be ashamed to say that I believe I began to die, both physically and emotionally, when I left the woods to go to the factory 22 years ago. Still, at least I was living on the land. Now, that may be only a temporary thing. As I sat in the swing, enjoying the cold country scene, I wondered if I wasn’t actually beginning the long last good-bye to my preferred lifestyle and the mourning process that it would entail. I guess at this point in life, it doesn’t matter much. In a few more years, I’ll be with the people I love and in a far better place. That’s certainly nothing to sneeze at! In the meanwhile, I’ll take my pleasures where I can find them. For one thing, my online friends have become almost like family over the years, so I’ll keep blogging and reading the blogs of others for as long as I can. © 2016