We took another tiny step toward tiny home living yesterday. Since the RV garage is ready, we decided to move everything out of the three storage units we occupy, for a total if $150 per month, into the garage.
Does this look like minimalist living to you? This is only the contents of one unit. We have two more to go. It’s ridiculous!
I noticed many of these boxes were labeled, “garage.” Some were marked, “important tools.” I would be willing to bet 99.9% of Kip’s tools made the cut.
Okay…full disclosure… I had more Beasterhop boxes than I remembered. And a few bunny paraphernalia I picked up at the church garage sale have.been riding around in the jeep with me.
“Don’t worry, Fluffy. We came from Barbara’s house and we’re keepers. We just can’t multiply.”
I’ll go back and read my goal notes.
The question is, “Are we ready?” The answer is, “It doesn’t matter.” Like it or not. The time has come. Well, as soon as we get some electric juice and a water/sewer hook-up, we will be faced with ridding ourselves of a whole lot more antiminimalistic hangers on.
We don’t need them…the lesson here is, if you do what we just did, you’ll have to handle everything twice…at least. Remember all the stuff we so proudly got rid of?
On to something else. I had the facts wrong. I woke up in the middle of the night thinking, “What was I thinking?” Penny and Midnight were not involved like I said in the last blog. Remember? Berferd was Penny’s offspring. His father was a homeless and rather mangy mutt with a sad story, and there was no denying he was Berferd’s biological father.
(Berferd had a lot of personality. This dog is smaller than he was, but the look is similar.)
A couple of years ago, I wrote about how we discovered Berferd’s paternity. Someone found a deceased dog on the side of the road and thought he was Berferd. How many dogs have wirey, mangy looking hair in three colors? (Penny’s hair was copper colored.) When Berferd came home from eating popcorn at the show, we figured out the dog, who went to a better place, wasn’t him. It was his father. Poor Berferd had just lost his only known relative.
Midnight was Scamp’s mother’s puppy daddy. That makes more sense anyway, because Scamp was all black like Midnight and he lived south of Hiway 16 where Midnight spent most of his time when he was visiting from Pennsylvania. Scamp’s mother must have lived in the neighborbood, too. Maybe Greg Miller knows who she was. Scamp was their dog.
Scamp and Midnight were black and mostly some kind of spaniel. So was Smokey, Uncle Wayne’s dog.
We’re going to load more boxes, and then, the furniture.
P.S. Kip just said my housekeeping style is best described as, ” There appears to have been a struggle.”
He’s gonna wish he hadn’t kept that heavy old crowbar.