Quiet Days

It’s a cool and rainy day today.  Coffee on the deck this morning was a quiet and foggy experience.  Very beautiful.  

This afternoon we are just chilling.  Kate and Anna McGarrigle are soulfully playing in the headphones as I alternate between my quest to finish the Internet and enjoying the view of the forest out the window.

The first large harvest of tomatoes is on the counter, almost ready for us to start salsa.  Probably tomorrow.  If it goes quick we will likely make a batch of cheese as well.  We picked up the supplies for both yesterday and cheese is fast.

As I type Kate and Anna give way to the Seekers.  iTunes seems to be in cahoots with the weather to get me to have a nap. I shall fight the urge.  Maybe a bit of guitar practise before a shower and then off to supper for Saturday date night.

I highly recommend retirement.

Live simply

Spent the last couple of days hauling away the contents of another estate.  This is the third one I’ve helped with this year.  There is something profoundly sad about loading someone’s valued possessions, items they picked out with care and thought and passion, and taking them to the landfill.

It feels like an insult.  Demeaning.

Many items are taken by relatives and friends.  Some items make it to local recycling or are donated to second hand charity stores. The lion’s share of the house contents however ends up  getting unceremoniously tossed into the back of the truck and taken to the dump.

You start to think about you own possessions and what will happen to them.  The fox statuette and whale milk pitcher.  The painting that was Kelly’s retirement gift.  The drawer full of watches I’ve been keeping (some even still work!)

Cleaning out someone else’s home can be a great eye opener.  It makes you really think about what you want to leave behind for somebody to deal with.  We have been downsizing fairly steadily over the past decade or so, quite aggressively at times.    We’ve gone from almost 4000 sqft of living and storage space to just under 900 sqft in the process. I like to think that in the end of days most of our belongings will find a second home and not simply tossed out.  Live simply and spare someone else the sadness and guilt of destroying the artifacts of a life.

Mel’s Stump Axiom

No matter what you think, and how carefully you have dug, cut, and chopped, there will always be one more tree root when you are trying to dig out a stump.