As I sit here reading the current Cambrian, I take, in earnest, the advice of the Fire Department about what to do in the event of a fire. Scary business, but one can’t ignore the possibility. It really made me ponder “stuff.”
Driving into San Luis Obispo the other day I wondered what we really need.
Am I the only one who doesn’t find much of a need to leave town? However, I do like occasionally to head to Paso Robles for something specific and to wander the aisles pretending to want to buy. Unfortunately, I give in once in a while. But going to San Luis Obispo, for me, equates to m-o-n-e-y for sure. Think computer stores.
I start to get anxious driving down the streets. It’s not just the traffic. I did grow up in L.A. It’s the energy to “BUY” so compressed together in such an attractive package.
Moving slowly along, one can’t help but glance in the windows of all the darling boutiques. I also can’t help but wonder, “Who makes all this stuff? Who buys it? Who needs it?!” Fun to look at, but more to find space for and more to dust.
I generally get a kick out of finding something for organizational purposes. More than new shoes. Sorry, Bambi. We are simple folks. Love of My Life basically wears the thrift shop finds I score for him. Me too. But, there are the things I’ve already accumulated and things with some perceived emotional value. Gee, let’s throw a wildfire into the picture.
What DO you need? What would be worth risking your life to save? How does your current living standard prepare or jeopardize your outcomes? Could you find your essentials if you need them?
What are your essentials? The Cambrian article listed papers and medications and contact information. Excellent. Where are they? Can you get them together within 10 minutes? 20 minutes? An hour?
We’ve been threatening to buy a safe for the “essentials” but have yet to do so. It’s not as fun as buying art supplies. We still need to do that.
What else would I take? Photographs. My computer (from the expensive trip to SLO).
If you’re like me, I have a small forest of boxes of pictures in my closet and one other cupboard. But I don’t have any medicines. I am mobile. I actually know where these important things are. And, I’d be ready to roll at a moment’s notice.
So, not only is our consumerism detrimental to the environment, but it could be so to our very existence should the need ever arise to vacate our premises under threat of fire.
Are we a tinderbox with windows? Are you going to be able to “draw the drapes” as they suggested or are they permanently closed by all the junk against them?
Heed the fire precautions. And think: What do you really need in the way of material goods to make your life truly worthwhile?