|School House at Sharlot Hall Museum|
|Inside the School House at Sharlot Hall Museum|
|How to pack a covered wagon.|
Okay, my friend, Lorie, and I saw this cute little wagon, and, after reading the description, we discovered that it was a model of a covered wagon. Yeah, I know - you have to imagine the "covered" part. All the little blocks are things you have to decide if you are going to carry all the way across the country in your little wagon. Kind of a jumbled mess, wasn't it?
|Our covered wagon all packed!|
We fixed the mess. And rather quickly, I might add! Yes, we left both the sofa and the bed behind... and all the fancy stuff that we thought would get broken. Ahem. Yes, we took the whiskey - it was used as an antiseptic and a pain killer - and we hauled along the tobacco to trade for whatever we might need along the way. Lots of barrels of flour, salt, etc., and seeds, and - well, you get the idea. We had a lot of fun and it was sooooo easy to decide what we would take and then pack it in our little wagon.
Wouldn't it be nice if it were that easy to do all the time.
I came home from our outing, walked into my home, and thought about that covered wagon. Then I thought of people who have homes much smaller than mine. Then I though of people who have one room in a nursing home. Or no home at all...
Then I thought about all the "stuff" that I don't need.
That would be when the 2 by 4 landed across my noggin. Again. I keep meaning to take that bag of clothes to St. Vinnie's... I keep meaning to get that stuff ready for Bookman's... I keep meaning not to need a 2 by 4 to get me moving...
But some days that is just what it takes.
Then something that my daughter said came to my mind. Something about how, when you move, it isn't what you take with you or what you leave behind that is important. Comfort and security come from your family - from the people, not the things.
Ahhh... Yes. *whack* Nice reminder. And tomorrow is Monday - my cleaning day. Just in time! This time I will take the "stuff" directly to my truck and make sure it gets to those who need it.
And if it's a "what-sit" and I have no clue why I have it, it is finding a new home.
|A "no clue what-sit" at Sharlot Hall Museum|