Church of Christ
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Still Need to Lighten the Load: Used to Being Without

      I was disappointed whenever I learned the truth about the cargo carrying weight of the motorhome (the weight of the personal items we can have onboard).  It was less than I thought.  Since we have had the MH we have had it weighed twice; both times we were right at the limit and still had things we wanted to take.  I do want to be careful not to overload it for fear of warping a frame member or doing other damage, and increasing the risk of tire failure which could certainly cause a serious accident.

      We still have a lot of small things to get rid of.  The problem is: it is hard to discard something that I may need.  I need tools, but even so, I know that I still need to get rid of some because tools are very heavy.  I have an assortment of screws, nails, bolts, nuts, etc. for the time that I may need them.  Since my mid-twenties I have been used to having pretty much what I needed at any time (tools and scraps left over from building, etc.), but that is changing more and more.  Now I often find myself in need of something that I have already gotten rid of.  The other day I needed a 2” piece of PVC pipe for a small project in the motorhome and luckily I had not gotten rid of some scrap.  It sure would have hurt to have had to buy a whole section for just 2 inches!  I have found myself having to buy again something that I had already sold for a very small sum or even given away.  So, maybe you can somewhat see my dilemma.  I have been used to doing almost anything that needed to be done, but that is changing also and for various reasons. 

      Even though it is nice to have what you need when you need it, one doesn’t have to have much to live on.  As I told the folks here, when I was in the 82nd Airborne I only had the clothes on my back and what would fit in a duffle bag.  Even before the Army I was used to doing without as I grew up somewhat poor.  As some say: “We were poor, but didn’t know it.”  Others talk of being raised on potatoes and pinto beans.  Well let me give you a hyperbole of how poor we were.  I was a teenager before I knew what a pinto bean was.  In fact the first time I had one in my mouth it made me very angry thinking someone (a prankster sibling) had dropped a foreign object into my “soup.”  You see, being the eighth out of a family of ten (including paw and maw) the pickings were slim in the eighth position: the two younger siblings, being babies had priority.  The ones above me had seniority, by means of physical strength!  You know what I mean?  But, when I got that foreign object in my mouth, I was so furious that I was ready to take on the higher order.  But my momma calmed me down explaining that it was a “pinto bean” from which I had been eating the “soup” of all those years!  Being the eighth, by the time the bowl of beans got around to me there was nothing left but “soup.”  I guess this explains why to this day I like a lot of “soup” in my pinto beans.  Perry