Dec 23, 2013

Waiting for the house sitter ...

.. and looking at the pile.

Even discounting gaudy packages, it is disheartening.

A brief case of reading and writing stuff. Another for a laptop and assorted electronics. Spare body parts, mainly reading glasses which are always eloping with my Bics. A suitcase of respectable clothes and a kit to make me presentable. A small satchel of tools. A bag of cold-weather clothes in case of stranding in a drifted ditch. Emergency food for the same scenario. Dog food. Dog water. Dog treats. Other stuff. All told maybe a hundred pounds for a very brief trip.

Once, I packed for a day in three minutes after breakfast. An Army surplus musette  bag with a can of Campbells chicken noodle soup, big enamel cup for cooking, canteen, handful of waxed kitchen matches, a few slices of Wonder bread, some just buttered, some with jam. If Mom wasn't too distracted by the little sisters, she would add cookies. A Western "hunting" knife rode on the belt, and the four-blade scout knife lived in the jeans picket.

Richie Lazear and Ron Jordison were equipped about the same, and I can't recall any of our all-day hikes down the river failing due to logistics. (Usually to Wildcat Den or Woodman Hollow, long before politicians decided they should become official wild places with a list of rules posted.)

For a while we carried a hatchet. Then we decided two rocks were fine for fine for cracking the hickory nuts. Another complication eliminated.

I know. This trip is entirely different. So are the times. So am I. But it still recalls the banal observation that we become slaves to our things.

Monk it. Move to Innisfree. Find a pleasant  cave.  Plait some nice clothes out of nettles. Say wise things to the pilgrims who come to sit at my feet.










3 comments:

JohnMXL said...

I don't know if you are a George Carlin fan.

If you aren't, look for "A Place For Your Stuff" on the Intarwebz.

If you are a Carlin fan, never mind.

Merry Christmas and safe journey!

dennisranch said...

A very Merry Christmas tide and bountiful blessings...

Jim said...

Thank you, J'Bob. For the New Year I wish you all kinds of blessings -- starting maybe with the hope that all your cows drop their issue in fair weather and in accordance with your personal scheduling preferences. :)

John -- I have read too little Carlin and, until you mentioned it, not seen "A Place for Your Stuff." It makes a guy roar -- especially, "You lock up your stuff so you can go out and get more stuff."