I was visiting with Father John yesterday in the church rectory. It’s a beautiful place and I was amazed how organized he is.
But he said he would scrap it all and move into a 300 square foot home in a heart beat if only he could have a huge garage in which to store his toys – his boat, his golf clubs, fishing gear and his truck.
Got me thinking about my own life. I live in an old farm house(circa 1888) which is around 2,000 square feet. But if I’m honest with myself, I live in a mere 300 square feet of the space. The rest is simply “storage” for all the stuff I’ve amassed in the past 35 years of “collecting.” I would swap it all for a tiny cottage like the one pictured.
I haven’t been in my front guest room since cleaning it up for Christmas company and I’m not even sure I can find the back guest room. The front parlor is stilted and uncomfortable – no one EVER goes up there. The dining room is little more than a hallway to my master suite.
To be honest, I spend my quality time in my little ladies’ recliner – it feels like home. What’s that – about three square feet? Do we really need or want those monster homes which must be heated and cooled and cleaned?
Brenda and I went to an estate sale yesterday at the home of a couple who are retiring and down sizing. We picked up all kinds of good junk for a song. What struck me as sad is that they were selling their collection of old kitchen scales picked up from all over the world over a lifetime.
Of course, I came home with one and Brenda came home with one.
I made a deal with myself that I won’t bring home another thing until I give something away something of equal size.
Any one need perfectly good Slap and Chop?
I spent the first half of my life collecting antiques, and I haven’t learned my lesson yet