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April 18, 2016
"The pleasure of possessions that are part of the fabric of your life, not just stuff"
One Christmas season, I sneaked them into my basement, re-glued the veneer, sprayed them with shellac and varnish, and reupholstered the seats with jolly coral-colored cloth with a bit of crewelwork on it. I had to complete the whole process in little bits and bytes every time my wife went to the supermarket, and hide everything in the interim. I eventually put them under the Christmas tree as a present for my wife, who never suspected a thing. We sit on those chairs every morning and look out the window at our tree swallow house, and know the pleasure of possessions that are part of the fabric of your life, not just stuff. Sippican Cottage: How The Festival of Trash Saved My Bacon
Posted by gerardvanderleun at April 18, 2016 8:44 AM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.
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Possessions are an 'extension of the self'.
A less attached arm or leg.
You utterly possess inanimate objects.
You partially possess life forms.
You never possess another human being.
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at April 18, 2016 10:18 AM
I took 340 lbs of metal *stuff* to the recycler this afternoon and got $15.30 in return which then went directly into the gas tank with some more $$$.
After a certain point, *stuff* is over rated.
Posted by: ghostsniper at April 18, 2016 1:07 PM