I have too much stuff. I have wearied of a materialistic lifestyle, although I don’t know what I’d do without the gadgets I have amassed over the years (sarcasm). I have some collectibles, and a collection of coffee pots (which I do use occasionally). All this stuff, however, is burdensome.

I dread the thought of ever having to move, or even clean out my garage. I think I would just sit in a corner and cry if I had to.

Why have I amassed all these things, so many of them not that useful? They crept into my life to solve problems. Isn’t that the way of consumer advertising, to play up a problem and then solve it? How many of these problems were phantom problems?

A lifetime of stuff is cluttering my house, and I don’t have the energy to deal with it.

I have too much stuff. I have wearied of a materialistic lifestyle, although I don’t know what I’d do without the gadgets I have amassed over the years (sarcasm). I have some collectibles, and a collection of coffee pots (which I do use occasionally). I have one possession that I treasure more than any, however, and that is a curio cabinet that my dad made for me.

It is in the form of a primitive pie safe, with no carving and no curves. Where there is punched tin in a pie safe, my dad put panes of glass. The cabinet is made from wood scavenged from a packing crate, and the glass was scavenged from the old windows that had been replaced in the house I grew up in. It’s stained in antique oak stain.

The only thing it’s lacking is my dad’s signature. My dad died several years ago, and I would have loved that reminder of him. But I have my dad’s work, and it is my most treasured possession.