window shopping


Checking Craigslist for guitars this morning.


That’s just about nuts.

Another guitar is something that I don’t need….it’s just a weird habit.

I guess I think I’ll see something amazing and cheap….and have the time and money to go get it….and lean it up against the wall with all the other guitars that I don’t have time to play.

I’m just window shopping….staring into a computer monitor….waiting to go make my coffee now that the water in the kettle is boiling.

I have a pretty high capacity for wanting….I’ll shop as an amusement….I’ll waste a lot of time conjuring up need….creating desire in an already saturated material world…manufacturing desire.

Manufacturing desire.


I told Jenny that I’d be happy with a pair of flip-flops, some board shorts and a couple of t-shirts….and she laughed at me.

She knows what a pack rat I am.

But….still…I wonder if I wouldn’t be better off if I settled down and got rid of a lot of this collected stuff I’ve accumulated?

Letting loose of something that you convinced yourself you needed is a lot harder than dragging it into the house in the first place.

It is a lot faster, somehow, though.

We rented a dumpster to ┬ástart cleaning up the property we bought down the road last year….and filled it up pretty quickly.

I think it filled up more quickly when we were getting rid of someone else’s trash, though.

I shop for amusement.

That’s crazy.

Treasure hunting without the adventure.

Maybe I just need a good parka….a pair of snowshoes…a good pair of boots….a nice truck with an automatic transmission….a chainsaw…..comealong…..

Awwwww….it doesn’t matter where I go or what I do….I can figure out a way to need stuff.

I need to read some more Thoreau….read some more of Helen and Scott Nearing’s books…read some more of my giant “simplicity book” collection.

If you get a big enough collection of books about simplicity….how could you fail to hit your mark?

About Peter Rorvig

I'm a non-practicing artist, a mailman, a husband, a father...not listed in order of importance. I believe that things can always get better....and that things are usually better than we think.

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