Mar 20 2011

mini hippie bus [minimalist challenge item #31]

[item] Mini VW hippie bus

[purchase info] I bought this at a thrift store

[time in my possession] Approximately 3.5 years

[last used] Never… well define “use”.  I can’t really use it or drive it, but I looked at it on a shelf for a while.  Does that count?  Hmmmm….  That could be a whole blog post.

[difficulty level in getting rid of it] Easy

[destination] Freecycle

[info] I had this sitting on a shelf with lots of other knick-knacks collecting dust.  Not needed, although it’s kind fun.  If I get one in the future, it will be full sized and used a lot.


Feb 4 2011

my carbon footprint [day 253]

So I still have quite a ways to go to meet the world target, but mine is substantially lower than the national average.  I decided to take this test a few months ago after speaking with the power company.  He was surprised at how low my kilowatt usage was for my size house.  If you would like to do the calculator, here it is… carbonfootprint.com


Feb 2 2011

where is she? [day 251]

I still need to get rid of some of my clothing.  I downsized by 50% a few weeks ago, but there’s still a few more pieces I could part with.  I was thinking about the clothing again after a short trip I took recently.

I went house hunting last Sunday, no, not to buy one, but to look for an abandoned house.  I’m part of a photo group that goes to small towns looking for abandoned houses, vacant buildings, old vehicles or anything else that has been left to deteriorate and wither away.  We’re never disappointed.  This last trip to Krum, Texas produced an abandoned house, a school bus, a fire truck and a semi truck, among other things.  The abandoned houses are always left full of stuff, but the things that surprise me the most is the clothing and the photographs left behind.  Who leaves a house without taking these things?

Just to give you an idea, this was the living room, going into the kitchen.

These are pics of the clothing left behind.

The nightgown still hanging on the back of the door…

I always wonder what the story is, but have yet to find one.  I’m led to look at the artifacts, ponder the possibilities and create my own fictional tale.

It’s dusk, the daylight slowly fading away.  The stuffed pig is sad, waiting patiently for the missing woman that should be coming home now.  After a long bath, she will put on the flowered gown.  Where is she?  Rarely is she late.  What was that?  A sound, followed with silence.  Silence that has turned to deafness over the years.  Still waiting.  It’s dusk.  Where is she?