My cousin went to an equipment auction this weekend and came away with this hay wagon! He’s going to give it some tender loving care so I can use it at parties for hay rides for kids!
He also came away with the hay wagon full of other stuff he got at the auction and I wish I could tell you the names of all of it, but I can’t. He said “carry-all” and some other stuff. (A LOT of other stuff!)
(I don’t think all of it is even in this wagon!)
This is a creep feeder–for me!
And this is a plow–for me.
But it’s really a yard decoration. I took the creep feeder and the plow right home!
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Decluttering and minimizing has been a longterm effort for me. I’ve gotten rid of a lot of stuff in the last couple of years, but there were still boxes of “stuff” that I brought with me when I moved. At the time, I couldn’t handle dealing with what remained of my clutter. Now that I’ve lived in this quite small house for several months, I’ve confronted my clutter again. I’m determined to live within the bounds of this small house. I don’t like clutter, so living within the bounds of a small house with limited storage pushes me to get rid of more junk.
Most of the junk I have left involves boxes (and boxes) of old personal papers, childhood keepsakes, and stupid crap like notes I wrote in class in junior high. (WHY? Why do I still have these things????) Some things were difficult to get rid of, and I find I have to take several stabs at it, then I can usually finally get rid of it. Other things are easy. It always works best for me if I have something for comparison. Today, I had a box of my old childhood dolls. My mom saved all my dolls. And I had several other boxes of crap. I had to decide what I had room to keep. I used the dolls, which I care about, as leverage against the other stuff. Did I care about this, that, and the other MORE than the dolls? I was easily able to throw out a lot of crap like that! Space for the dolls was a higher priority than almost anything else. Little could live up to the doll test.
It IS entertaining sometimes looking through these old boxes of crap. Example: For some reason, I held onto these school passes all these years. (Not to mention an old name tag from Camp Wamava. Seriously. NOT EVEN MY OWN. The used name tag of boy I had a crush on. I probably stole it from a trash can after he threw it away!) Anyway. Back to the General Use Slip school passes.
I could be admitted to class at any time! Excused! Or I might need to visit the lavatory! Or my locker! Oh, the options. I could leave early, too! I might need to visit the doctor. Or the dentist. Or go home. Or OTHER. I could do anything, and be anywhere–with a pen and my stolen pack of General Use Slips.
I showed these to Morgan and she said, “I’ve never done anything like this.”
WHAT IS WRONG WITH KIDS TODAY?!
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