Five Containers

I took a walk in my neighborhood. PERFECT day ... Warm & sunny, cool breeze. It's hard for me to not mourn the impending doom, of summer's end. Last winter was so hideous -- snowed in for seven days -- I'm already recording lots of HBO programs and wondering what light sources I need to improve on for the dark days ahead. My house feels so stuffy & inflexible to the changing seasons. Stuffy & totally not oriented to the environment in which it sits. No where to sit outside and enjoy the natural breezes.

Walking along the Columbia River is the best part of the neighborhood and situation in general that I find myself in. I met a couple selling their home on the water and selling off extra possessions in anticipation of moving to Arizona for the winter. After that, they're going to live on their 40 ft. boat. After that they're going to live in their 40 ft. travel trailer. Then alternate; between the 40 ft. boat and the 40 ft. trailer. Sounds like a good idea to me.

But I really need to have an art studio somewhere. A workshop, a warehouse, something. The woman had her possessions down to five containers. Only five???

I wonder what that means exactly. Would it really be possible to condense one's life down to so few items? That must have been personal items ... including clothes? Cooking & dishes? Family photos & mementos? Hobbies & special interests? Underwear, slips & pantyhose that never get worn? Hmmmm.... I'm really thinking about this one ..........