I have been dumping stuff the last coupla years getting ready to pull up stakes. I have been giving lots of nice stuff to friends...In fact, I was talking to a friend down the road yesterday setting him and his dump trailer up to drag some of this crap out of here. I was telling him how, back when I first got out of The Military and was living over on the Colorado River, Arizona side, if something didn't fit in my V-Dub Bug, along with my dog, guitar, a couple pairs of Levi's, and a Tee Shirt or two, one of which was my Sunday Go To Meeting Tee Shirt (that one had the fewest stains), then by golly, I didn't own it.
Fast forward a few years ahead from there, and I was turning BIG bucks with my construction biz here in CA. I had a gigantic 3 Level house on top of a mountain, across the valley from where I sit now---not to mention a truly gorgeous woman, blonde and older than me by...37 days! I always preferred older women.
And wouldn't you know it, I, quite by accident turned her into high maintenance. Big homes, big diamonds, and nice Benz's and Cadillac's have a tendency to do that to gals who came from small town South Dakota, and was brought up with and by, meager means.
I wanted to give her the very best of everything, and make up for all the beautiful things she never had a chance to acquire....and ya can believe I worked long and hard to feed the beast I had created.
The ironic thing is, when it came time to "split the sheets"...and everything else in favor of her, she added insult to injury by informing me that all the nice homes, possessions, jewelry and autos meant little to her...she also said that I was selfish by spending so much time in my office bidding project plans, chasing money, or driving jobsite to jobsite, on an average of 14+ hours a day, often 7 days a week.
I didn't argue, because as most older males know at this point in time, there is no argument that can calm a woman who is convinced she has been wronged, regardless the evidence to the contrary.
That split took place in July 2001...and I will give ya'll one guess just what handsome young buck never got tied up again!
I have always been a collector of pretty neat stuff, and it is like pulling teeth to get myself to cut loose of prized possessions...but, it needs to be done. I figgered out many years ago, that too often we become slaves to our possessions. I had a couple ranches, with lots of dogs, cats and horses...just the feed and vet bills would bring tears to most people's eyes! But, my Blondie was horse people, and both of us loved dogs and cats. Owning a lot of critters can keep ya close to home, since it really is difficult to find people to pet sit them in a manner that pleases doting owners.
'Nuff for now, because I can go off the rails once I get going on.
V.