I have old posessions.
I just realised this the other day. I was mowing my lawn and trimming my edges - for what else does a good white suburbanite have to do of a Saturday morning (my drug dealer is on vacation) - and I remarked to myself about how effective my lawn edge trimmer still was, some ten years after I first purchased it. Then it hit me.
Ten years ago I was mostly nest-building, aquisitive. I didn't have a decent hifi, a grade "A" energy efficient fridge freezer, widescreen tee-vee, lawn edger, a lawn for that matter, an overlarge music collection I'll never get round to listening to - ever, a BBQ and so on and so forth.
But now I own things like ten year old gardening tools, with chips and scratches and battle scars. But which still work. And which I'm not inclined to replace, probably for another ten or more years. By which time I'll be a 20 year old garden tools owner - (not me, the tools).
It's like you need the passage of time to really appreciate the passage of time and the changes it brings.
I am thirty-seven next month and my now established, seen-some-action lawn edger is ten years old. And it's amazing how much we define our own identities by material posessions.
I just realised this the other day. I was mowing my lawn and trimming my edges - for what else does a good white suburbanite have to do of a Saturday morning (my drug dealer is on vacation) - and I remarked to myself about how effective my lawn edge trimmer still was, some ten years after I first purchased it. Then it hit me.
Ten years ago I was mostly nest-building, aquisitive. I didn't have a decent hifi, a grade "A" energy efficient fridge freezer, widescreen tee-vee, lawn edger, a lawn for that matter, an overlarge music collection I'll never get round to listening to - ever, a BBQ and so on and so forth.
But now I own things like ten year old gardening tools, with chips and scratches and battle scars. But which still work. And which I'm not inclined to replace, probably for another ten or more years. By which time I'll be a 20 year old garden tools owner - (not me, the tools).
It's like you need the passage of time to really appreciate the passage of time and the changes it brings.
I am thirty-seven next month and my now established, seen-some-action lawn edger is ten years old. And it's amazing how much we define our own identities by material posessions.