Showing posts with label #materialism. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #materialism. Show all posts

Friday, March 21, 2025

A Few Branches that Fell

 In the high winds a few days ago, the huge elm next to the driveway lost a few significant limbs. One of the branches was a foot in diameter, but it was mostly hollow.

Drought, elm beetles, and neglect have taken their toll and left the tree too weak to withstand the 70mph gusts. The big branch lightly grazed the roof of the house and the a-pillar of my old car. Had the branch been a few feet east, the roof would need repair, the car would've been totaled.

Yesterday evening, I cut the branches into manageable chunks and stacked them near the garage. I'll haul them off this weekend.

It all goes back to that one word - "neglect". The tree, the house, and the car all suffer from a whole lot of neglect.

The house needs a lot of repair, refurbishment, and updates. Two decades of dogs, dust, and short attention spans have taken their toll. It can be restored, but it'll be a bigger job than I want to tackle at this point in life.

The car is still a great car, but the wrinkled hood, the faded paint, and the bare steel wheels tell a story of how little care the little Ford has received. Some polish, some paint, a new hood, some elbow grease - but it's a $1000 car that would still be a $1000 car after the work. 

Many of the smaller limbs I cleared away yesterday were budding out. The tree still has life coursing through it, but the trunk and larger branches are hollow, soft, and rotting. I'd like to believe that some TLC and a good trimming could turn things around, but the truth is, the tree is dying and needs to be cut down before it hurts someone or something very badly. 

Speaking of fallen branches, today is my older sibling's birthday. They passed away a decade or so ago. (And no, I'm not trying to be ambiguous. When I was born, I had a sister. When he died, he was my brother.) They died young(ish) after a long life of not being accepted by a lot of intolerant Texans and unloving Christians. It was a lonely and painful death. They died younger than I am now.

When I look around the house, I have a lot of great memories here - lots of great people (and dogs) and stories and songs sung with my wife. I have been wealthy and blessed in this home and in this life.

But I don't know that I want to fix all this stuff. Lord willing, I'd like to move on to a simpler place with fewer things that need fixing. I don't want to be that old elm tree - still standing, but hollow and barely standing upright.

As always, thank you for reading. I pray that you are well, that you are not overwhelmed by your stuff, and that you are remembered for your love for others and the joy you've brought to those around you.

Wednesday, February 17, 2016

A Little Advice About Stuff and Things

[Advice I wish someone had given me over and from the time I left high school (or maybe earlier)]

Stop looking for stuff to buy. Start looking for things to do.

I get it. We are human beings. We have big brains. We have opposable thumbs. When brains and thumbs get together, we start wanting. We want lots of things. And when we get those things we start looking for new things to want. Eventually, lots of us end up buried in things and stuff.

That's me. Absolutely buried. And I spend lots of time worried about what to do with all the stuff. Especially all the broken and neglected stuff. And it just keep breaking too. It's a monster that seldom lets up.


Monday I had a really crappy day. And it refused to get better. I went to bed early because I wanted that crappy day over. I got up Tuesday with a residual crappiness hangover.

I went to coffee and got to see Knippa, Grizz, the Canadian Knievel, and JB. Some of the crappiness melted away. Then I headed to work on the bicycle. After 3 miles I had a moment. I was riding down a long, paved alley - you'd be surprised how peaceful those can be. As I rode along I heard a lot of honking. I looked up and saw a few hundred Canadian geese flying over. I stopped pedaling and coasted. I was in a trashy alley in a Texas panhandle town on a garage-sale bike, and it was magical.

Yep, I know it sounds crazy, but time with good people, appreciated moments, and small accomplishments bring a lot more peace and joy for me these days than things do. And there are fewer monsters involved.

May your wealth be in experiences and may they not be covered in dust.

PS. Watch The Story of Stuff already!