Hi gang,
It’s been a while since I posted to my blog. Sorry about that. My plan has been to allow only three or four days between posts and I feel confident that I will be able to keep that commitment once I Hit The Road (HTR). We will see how that works at that time, and since I have never done this so I am going to have to wing it.
Getting rid of most of my worldly possessions is a lot harder than I thought it would be. Years ago, I saw a movie or TV show, about a man who stood to inherit several million dollars, but there was a catch. He had to spend a million dollars in a specified amount of time and have nothing to show for it. At first he thought it would be a piece of cake, then reality set in and he ended up scrambling to make it actually happen. With luck and the help of a love interest, he was successful. I feel like that guy (without the love intrest). I had my second Garage sale this past weekend and I feel like throwing everything I own in the dumpster and forgetting it. The only problem with that path is that every dollar helps smooth the bumps in life’s highway or at least that is what I believe. The money that these THINGS will bring me even if they only bring pennies on the dollar from their original cost is helpful. A penny is a penny and I would like to have as many pennies as I can get before I HTR. Having said that it would seem like I am broke and I am not, but even though I may wish for a utopian fiscally burdenless society, that ain’t reality. Oops, I inadvertently segued into philosophy. Back to the garage sale. I hate to disparage any group or to profile a group of people but there are those who would do their best to take advantage of me and have no remorse what so ever, whether it be demanding, pleading, begging or out right stealing from me, their thought process seem to be, if the mark allows me to get away with it then I have won the game, and coming from the view point that I am responsible for my own domain they are right. My problem is that it is exhausting to fend off these constant, (however mostly minor) attacks. I ask two dollars for an item worth well over ten dollars and they respond with the offer of a quarter. Then when I say no, it’s like I never opened my mouth because in front of me they stand, holding out a quarter. A bargain price is asked and a barrage of insulting counter offers is proffered. In addition I must be wary that this isn’t a diversion so that another of their party absconds with some item that I am selling. I probably sound like an old fart when I wish for times when honesty and integrity were the norm rather than the exception, and I probably am and a bit delusional in even expecting it. The really sad part is, I spend a day getting ready and a day selling (a very conservative estimate) and my gross is $513.00, which I could have earned in 4 hours before I retired. Like I said before, this is much harder than I thought it would be.
Adventures from another day.
Holy moley, it took four hours to set up the bathroom in my trailer. By set up, I mean take the bathroom stuff in pile number one that I wanted to keep and put it into the cabinets and medicine chest. Finding a place for everything and every thing in its place, plus arranging it in containers so that it doesn’t turn into a jumbled mess while I am traveling is a real challenge. And this is just the bathroom. I am going to ask my friend Jo to help me organize things. Like most anal retentive persons she excels at that sort of thing. (Just kidding Jo) I have begun to alter the front bunk room into my office / storage area. I will have to calculate how much weight I am loading in there and I will have to balance that weight in the rear. Most of what I will put up front will not weigh a lot. Some clothes, some paper products, files, and the computer.
260 lbs
Till next post
It’s been a while since I posted to my blog. Sorry about that. My plan has been to allow only three or four days between posts and I feel confident that I will be able to keep that commitment once I Hit The Road (HTR). We will see how that works at that time, and since I have never done this so I am going to have to wing it.
Getting rid of most of my worldly possessions is a lot harder than I thought it would be. Years ago, I saw a movie or TV show, about a man who stood to inherit several million dollars, but there was a catch. He had to spend a million dollars in a specified amount of time and have nothing to show for it. At first he thought it would be a piece of cake, then reality set in and he ended up scrambling to make it actually happen. With luck and the help of a love interest, he was successful. I feel like that guy (without the love intrest). I had my second Garage sale this past weekend and I feel like throwing everything I own in the dumpster and forgetting it. The only problem with that path is that every dollar helps smooth the bumps in life’s highway or at least that is what I believe. The money that these THINGS will bring me even if they only bring pennies on the dollar from their original cost is helpful. A penny is a penny and I would like to have as many pennies as I can get before I HTR. Having said that it would seem like I am broke and I am not, but even though I may wish for a utopian fiscally burdenless society, that ain’t reality. Oops, I inadvertently segued into philosophy. Back to the garage sale. I hate to disparage any group or to profile a group of people but there are those who would do their best to take advantage of me and have no remorse what so ever, whether it be demanding, pleading, begging or out right stealing from me, their thought process seem to be, if the mark allows me to get away with it then I have won the game, and coming from the view point that I am responsible for my own domain they are right. My problem is that it is exhausting to fend off these constant, (however mostly minor) attacks. I ask two dollars for an item worth well over ten dollars and they respond with the offer of a quarter. Then when I say no, it’s like I never opened my mouth because in front of me they stand, holding out a quarter. A bargain price is asked and a barrage of insulting counter offers is proffered. In addition I must be wary that this isn’t a diversion so that another of their party absconds with some item that I am selling. I probably sound like an old fart when I wish for times when honesty and integrity were the norm rather than the exception, and I probably am and a bit delusional in even expecting it. The really sad part is, I spend a day getting ready and a day selling (a very conservative estimate) and my gross is $513.00, which I could have earned in 4 hours before I retired. Like I said before, this is much harder than I thought it would be.
Adventures from another day.
Holy moley, it took four hours to set up the bathroom in my trailer. By set up, I mean take the bathroom stuff in pile number one that I wanted to keep and put it into the cabinets and medicine chest. Finding a place for everything and every thing in its place, plus arranging it in containers so that it doesn’t turn into a jumbled mess while I am traveling is a real challenge. And this is just the bathroom. I am going to ask my friend Jo to help me organize things. Like most anal retentive persons she excels at that sort of thing. (Just kidding Jo) I have begun to alter the front bunk room into my office / storage area. I will have to calculate how much weight I am loading in there and I will have to balance that weight in the rear. Most of what I will put up front will not weigh a lot. Some clothes, some paper products, files, and the computer.
260 lbs
Till next post
