The Soapbox Papers

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I am a cross between Tinkerbell and Calamity Jane.

Saturday, June 28, 2008

Owning Stuff

The Business End of a Very Small Kitchen

Well, I guess I've gotten this weekend's Stupid out of the way. I was preparing my breakfast a while ago and managed to drop a whole, freshly-cracked-but-not-in-the-frying-pan-yet egg right in that very slender crack between the sink counter and the stove. I wiped down the topside of the mess, cracked open another egg and cooked it, ate it, and soon I will have to tug the stove out from the wall to clean the raw egg from the floor. First I will write this.

Recently YO (Youngest Offspring) found himself a landowner. It wasn't unexpected, but it didn't happen quickly, either. For years it had been his plan that when it became his he would simply sell it and be done with it. But that's not what happened. He went out to survey what had become his - the treasure of the land as well as the responsibilities and obligations that came with being a landowner. He could see it rise and fall before him, smell the dew in the morning, the dirt, the intermittent flowers, some which promise fruit and some not. I suspect it has become a part of him now, a part which challenges him and fills him up like nothing but owning something can do. I only have an inkling of how that must feel. We (Us and the Bank) owned a house in Ohio for several years. It felt good to dig up the yard and build a vegetable garden, to plant daisies and black eyed Susans along the fence, even to mow the lawn or shovel the snow. It was OUR house, so much different from renting, even though we were not there long enough to pay off the mortgage to get the bank out of the equation, to own it completely, free and clear.

But YO doesn't have to wait - he can claim complete ownership and take even more pride in that land of his than even the most domestic day I'd enjoyed in Ohio. Fortunately, YO is of the nature to enjoy this. We all know some folks who aren't even partly aware of the value of the things they own. There is so much more to value than cash. I suspect this is the lesson his father wanted him to learn, although his father didn't even even enjoy it so much as YO. YO will put his land to work for him in whichever way(s) his very creative mind takes him. One day, perhaps, YO will build his home and live on his own land; perhaps he will bring home a wife, have children there. Or not.

So now I will go and pull my rented stove out from the wall of my rented apartment wall, clean up the dropped egg, and most likely keep going, washing down the kitchen and dining area floors. My place may be rented, but it is my home. There is a certain pride in that, too. )



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