feral truck
REASON NUMBER 1:
Because there’s nothing you can do when you discover that your checking account is overdrawn, if the mailboat has already left.
(It wasn’t exactly our fault; a neighbor to whom we wrote a check weeks ago, who told us they weren’t going to cash it because Bob paid the debt through barter, just cashed the old check.) We can electronically shuffle money around between accounts, but that takes 3 or 4 days. It’s not like we can just go to the bank. Urg.
All I can do is chalk it up to what Bob and I call the Stupidity Tax. That includes carelessness, preventable accidents, things we should have known better than to do… It tends to take steady little bites out of our resources.
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The photo of the old truck looks like it could be one of my father-in-law’s trucks! I think at one time he had over 20 old “feral” trucks all over his farm. Too funny. I like the “stupidity tax” as you call it and I see what you mean about it not being so simple to live as you do, but I think your rewards are still much greater there. I try to find joy in simplicity, but money is never a simple thing to deal with, anywhere you live. Sometimes the convenience of living near a bank isn’t really all that convenient!
Yeah, simplicity is not a simple concept! I think maybe it’s just the word itself that I have trouble with. Maybe “authentic living” might be a more accurate description for this lifestyle out here. I lived for years in the middle of Seattle, and I would say that city living was definitely simpler. (I mean, electricity just comes out of the wall like magic, and someone comes by and takes your trash away every week!) But city living was not nearly as beautiful.
I need to write about that.