STUFF

Roughly 300 years ago, my late older brother and I were sitting on the steps of his home drinking a beer. We were moving him. Resting after carting maybe six dozen or sixty dozen boxes full of stuff and loading same on the truck.

"Each thing in those boxes costs at least a buck," Don said.

Stuff. Right now at my less-than-spacious home outside of Seadrift, Texas, I see:

Two cars (256,000 and 182,000 miles respectively)
One boat (1977 model w/1999 outboard engine)
Lawnmower (large, for riding)
Lawnmower (small, for pushing by the neighbor's kid)
Weed-eater (temperamental)
One 300-watt generator (hurricanes)
Fish pond w/fish (four koi and two nasty algae-eaters)
Armadillo trap (on loan and ineffectual)
.22 Rifle (See Armadillo Wars)
Fishing rods (seven, four operational at this time)
Books (approximately 1800 downstairs, three of which I wrote)
Computers (two, one running Windows 2000 - ancient like me)
Several 3/8" drills (one working)
Router, circular saw, miter saw (happily I still have ten fingers)
Nails by the box and screws by the WalMart package (almost all types, except the type I need)
Screwdrivers (32)
Hammers (four)
Other tools (esoteric and otherwise, some antique)
Tape (six types)
Glues and paints and lubricants (mostly dried up, sadly)
Photos (from my grandfather to my grandchildren - grandchildren much prettier)
Pills and liniments (some mentionable)
Flashlights and torches (approximately nine)
Dog stuff (treats, vitamins, food, leads, pads and pillows - it's a dog's life)
Inflatable mattress (not a doll!)
Fax machine/copier (currently out of paper)
Squeaky toys (for visiting firedogs)
Other (I weary of this list but lots of "other")

Stuff. Happily I do not think moving will happen within my lifetime.