Will’s Thoughts about miners, and being a miner.
I reckon that I’m a miner. No, not the kind that extracts things from the earth, but rather one who feels it necessary to own things that I just ‘had’ to have, but will probably only use twice in my lifetime (if I’m lucky). I’m one of those miners who walks around in his garage saying, “That’s mine, and that’s mine, and that’s mine…” Why, I have enough sockets to disassemble the Eiffel Tower, power tools to start a furniture shop, and odds and sods to start a liquidation store. I have fan belts for vehicles that I’ve never owned, and several containers of chainsaw oil, but no chainsaw, brand new screen for windows, a cast iron cauldron and several old broken handles, ‘critical’ to keep. Yep, I reckon that there ain’t no doubt about it, I am one of those miners.
But, as bad as I am, there are other miners within these walls who are even worse. It turns out that Miss Bea Kause is not only an avid miner herself, she’s a member of good standing in the local chapter of “Because I Want It” collector club, eccentric avid miners every one. Despite my tool drool and gluttony, she still needed to have her own tools, and pink tools at that. Pink tool belt, pink socket set, pink hammer, pink tape measure, and the list goes on and on. It’s like living with a home and garden Barbie, an ‘opinionated’ home and garden Barbie, complete with the ‘evil eye’ option. She’s so bad, she has to have stuff to store stuff in, that’s stored in other stuff. She recently got the spring cleaning bug, and lets just say that it took weeks to get rid of just her box collection. Now, don’t get me wrong, she ain’t a hoarder, she’s just real ‘cautious’ about letting go of stuff before it can legally be classified as prehistoric.
Sure, I can certainly understand keeping momentos to remind us of our past, but seriously, how many people have their little brother’s karate outfit from when he was like, seven? Why, that woman has enough hair drying and styling devices to start her own salon, and her collection is continually growing. I reckon that between all her hair gadgets and kitchen appliances, she’d have enough electrical cords to wire a whole darn farm. And, if she wound all of her hair ties into one big ball, the Earth would have another wonder of the world. But, I guess that the biggest difference between our mining techniques, is that she mines to remember, and I only mine due to delusion (meaning all her stuff has purpose, while mine has ‘promise’).
Yep, we are certifiable miners. I have paints, canvas and an easel that I intend to use someday, right beside the large selection of model paints that I needed for the model airplanes I might purchase. I have a grinder to sharpen up my tools, if and when they eventually get dull, and power tools that have never been used. I have extendable brushes that attach to hoses with spider webs over them, as well as nail guns and a compressor to build the deck of my dreams, for when I stop dreaming and build it. Heck, I have enough screwdrivers to host a Redneck Family Lawn Dart Olympics, and everything needed to pound, round, loosen, tighten, cut, heat, polish, measure, square and screw. In fact, I now have so much stuff, I have asked the cops to charge Canadian Tire and Princess Auto with contributing to the delinquency of miners!
Will’s thoughts prove that everybody has opinions, but he has way more than he should. From dogs that won’t stop barking, to the antics of his spouse, ‘Crazy Lady’, Will’s Thoughts will make you smile.
