Previous years, HERE.
Because the 27th of September falls so near by Birth Day (30th Sept) I’ve noticed a trend of the nearby posts being variations on that theme. Who’da’thunk! … and while those are important to me, I’ve chosen to skip along to the nearest post that isn’t about my Birth Day.
Case in point, this one, on the 1st October 2017, in which we build our garden shed.
Storage has always been a premium here on Widder Island, because as I mentioned in the 2017 post we have a large farmhouse’s worth of equipment stored in a little two-bedroom cottage … and moreso now that we’ve shifted our ‘Wunder-Luster’ gears to focus on finding our ‘forever’ home and then travelling in our trusty travel trailer, rather than the other way around as we initially planned. Thank you Convid-19.
I’ve often thought throughout my three-score years (mostly during the second one-score of ’em anyway) that the fact that I didn’t have, nor need, many possessions to be a mark of independence.
Given my upbringing, it’s not surprising I felt that way. Permanence and security, safety and trust, were illusions that were inherently dangerous to my young self. It was best to carry as little with me as possible … a survival strategy that made for a quick getaway, when and if necessary.
But, that kind of ‘independence’ relied on the stability of a whole lot of social conditions which are no longer secure (if they ever were) Thank you, again, Covid-19
However, in order to live my life the way I yearned to do, (Mrs Widds too, by-the-way. That’s one of the reasons we get on so well together) which was to live sustainably and comfortably, it would require the gathering of certain possessions. Tools and equipment to be precise.
Since we’ve been on Widder Island (8 years, at last tally) we’ve been accumulating what we needed, when things came on sale, or good quality 2nd-hand or thrift-store purchases.
By the time September 2017 came around we just didn’t have enough room for storage and live our lives at the same time.
Hence the shed.
By the end of 2019 we were ready, finally.
2020 was going to be our year … we were going to put almost everything in storage, hitch up our travel trailer and head off into the wild blue yonder. … and, recording it on our Wunder-Lusters YouTube channel, we would seek out strange and wonderful new places, meet all sorts of strange and wonderful new people, and if we came across our ‘forever home’ that was all the better … well, we all know how that turned out don’t we? … for everyone.
T’was a bitter pill. One that I still joust with on occasions … but then what’s life without a few jousts?
I don’t know when we’ll get there now. I’d like to think we will, but, there’s a giant gap between then and now. It’s funny isn’t it? I thought this series would be a bit of a celebration of my ten years blogging on WordPress.
Going back in time is enabling me to clarify going forward … which isn’t a bad thing at all.
Widdershins Worlds 
Going backwards with a view to going forward is always clarifying. I’m enjoying these posts of yours and catching up with who you were before you became who you are.
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It’s the ultimate mobius strip. 🙂
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Yep….(begins googling Möbius strip) 😁
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😀
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That’s so cool – I have just learnt something new. I had never heard of a Möbius strip. Thanks Widds that concept will appear in a poem down the track no doubt 😁
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You’re welcome … I love those sorts of mind-twisty concepts. 🙂
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Oh me too- my mind will play with this stuff like a tennis ball against a wall – which drives me nuts after awhile and I’ve got to yell “cut that out” 😂
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I still look forward to your jaunt in the hopes you will pass by this way. Even if you don’t, I am intrigued. It’s nice to have something to look forward to.
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We shall see what we can do. 😀
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I am still looking forward to sharing your travels when the world allows us that freedom again 🙂
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Me too. 🙂
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A vaccine will come. We will be able to restart many things, including travel.
Be patient. Be of good cheer. Use the time to organize and dejunk – and you will be ready.
I’m using mine to write, but finding the stress and the body limit my ability to do so. So I just move with the current, write when the brain clicks on, live – and don’t go out.
Stress is the mind-killer.
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Indeed it is … my writing is kicking in again, slowly but surely.
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Take your coronavirus news in small doses – the stuff is toxic, and the worry isn’t useful once you’re taking all precautions.
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A shed! Such a statement. Keep filling it with ideas and hopes and you never know… one day it may be so full you’ll just have to empty it and chase those thoughts wherever they might lead.
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Heh, that’s the plan. 🙂
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It will come.
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That it will 🙂 … what’s up for debate is what it will look like. 😀 … but what’s life without a few surprises, eh? 🙂
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The other day I wondered why we celebrate anniversaries of 5 and 10 year increments. Why not a prime number increment like 11? Has 3 years already gone by? My memory is still fresh of reading about it being built.
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Probably because we have ten fingers (including thumbs) and ten toes, five on each limb. 🙂
Yep, three years 🙂 … it feels like forever and yesterday at the same time! … Time is weird!
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It feels as if life’s on hold and the future is uncertain. Which is all true, but something I realised not that long ago, the future is always uncertain. We just think we’ve beaten it into submission. Maybe, a big maybe, there’s a kind fate out there and it’s ruined the trip because your forever home is coming up, and you have to be here to find it. Sometimes, good things really do happen. -hugs-
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Yep, sometimes they do, 🙂 … hugs back at’cha 🙂
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Just going to a shop would be an adventure now!
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And a fraught one at that.
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