Thanks for the coffee Ray,... wait, let me be sure,... yeah, it's Ray today. I have me doubting myself. I like rhubarb, too, and it's been a while, so if I may... thank you. Good.
Winter is reluctant to let go and move out, so we'll have a hard freeze tonight like John. This is normal, but in all likelihood should be our last hurrah for the unpleasant lack of heat. Then again, I have lots of firewood that needs to be burned up, so that's a possibility for tonight. Back to the 70s later in the week, and I haven't forgotten we had an April snow not that long ago, which stifled my town with about 10 inches of white precipitation laying around.
I spent an hour yesterday, angrily looking for my John Deere keys to spin the blades over the tops of my weed patch. After searching, and analyzing all the keys on my garage, I put them all in a small box and went through them again. I know where I left them... and I only needed ONE to start the mower.
Keys to old cars we no longer have (why?!), to locks I lost long ago (why? because maybe I'll find the lock they go to), and finally realized I had picked them up several times -- but I didn't remember those keys looking like they do. They do not have "John Deere" stamped on them, for some reason.
Guess I should be glad my chainsaw doesn't need keys. But I got the weeds cut, at last.
Are we sure it's Monday today? Dang.
The lost key exercise reminds me of the talks we've seen on downsizing, and digging through all the unused things and boxes in my garage also drove the point home. (As well as labeling
my keys, hey! there's an idea!)
The concept of minimalism has been around, in one form or another, for a long time, albeit under various names — frugality, thriftiness, a spartan lifestyle — and to different extremes. As far back as 450 BCE, Socrates was extolling the simple life, saying, “The secret of happiness, you see, is not found in seeking more, but in developing the capacity to enjoy less.”
DiNiro voice: "You talkin' to ME?!"
I think Bob drives for Uber these days...