Yesterday
my son and I stopped by an estate sale on our way home from a morning of skiing
at Alpental. I guess I’ve never actually
been to an estate sale before, and I must say I found it a bit depressing: you
simply walk into a home where everything looks kind of normal – albeit with
small stuff scattered all around – the only real difference being the small
price tags attached to everything. It
was easy to see that the folks had lived in the house for quite some time and
that they were fairly affluent, but honestly most of the stuff was junk: a dusty
sewing machine, an old typewriter (my son didn’t even know what it was), and
random glasswear. I suppose that maybe
there had been some descent furniture at one time, but anything of value had
either already been sold or carted away for sale at a higher price.
All of
this stuff had been purchased, used and held onto by the former owners of the
house, but in the blink of an eye it all went from cherished possessions to
nearly worthless junk that was being sold for a nickel or a dime. It was a wakeup call for me as to determining
what is important and what isn’t.
Family, friends and a few things that are actually worth owning (like a
good bicycle) that’s what’s important, the other stuff, well someday that’s all
going to be garbage.
Pick
your crap wisely.
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