The Saviors of the Earth have discovered "repurposing." It makes my laugh. I grew up with this concept. It was and is a way of life. My parents grew up during the Depression, when I was a child in the 1950's we were still living by that credo. And never stopped.
The Saviors probably don't get a newspaper, so they don't know the many uses it has after reading. But those trees in the forest don't fall in vain around my home. We still get two newspapers, I rarely put any in the recycling.
I've been engaged in a big tree project lately. Of course, all the big stuff gets split, carried and stacked for burning. But the little stuff ("Short and Curlies") have a section of their own; fire doesn't care what shape the wood is, it all burns. Not even the sawdust gets wasted. It either gets used for fire starting, or it goes on the ground to make trails or for compost.
The light switch on the wall is there for a purpose. You leave the room, you turn the light off.
Mrs. Merkt and I aren't exactly poor. But we hate to waste. And we hate to pay high prices. We are no strangers to the Goodwill Outlet store, the DI store, or St Vincent de Paul. Value Village is too upscale. Mrs. Merkt doesn't think twice about buying a second hand clothing item she likes. Yet there are some people who think this is absolutely not to be done. "Someone else wore that." Yeah, so, you run it through the washing machine and all sins are forgiven.
I often stop at Habitat for Humanity before I got to Home Depot or Lowe's.
Mrs. Merkt drives the "new" car, it's a 2012. I drive the next newer one, and it's a 2006. Yet our vehicles get proper maintenance. Because in the long run, that saves money. Cheaping out on vehicle maintenance will come around and bite you on the bee-hind.
One reason my marriage to Mrs. Merkt has endured for almost 49 years is because we are so well matched on this matter. But I am no true cheapskate, because I love giving money and things away to my family members. For one thing, being thrifty allows me to do it.
So I guess buying used guns is no big deal, huh?
The Saviors probably don't get a newspaper, so they don't know the many uses it has after reading. But those trees in the forest don't fall in vain around my home. We still get two newspapers, I rarely put any in the recycling.
I've been engaged in a big tree project lately. Of course, all the big stuff gets split, carried and stacked for burning. But the little stuff ("Short and Curlies") have a section of their own; fire doesn't care what shape the wood is, it all burns. Not even the sawdust gets wasted. It either gets used for fire starting, or it goes on the ground to make trails or for compost.
The light switch on the wall is there for a purpose. You leave the room, you turn the light off.
Mrs. Merkt and I aren't exactly poor. But we hate to waste. And we hate to pay high prices. We are no strangers to the Goodwill Outlet store, the DI store, or St Vincent de Paul. Value Village is too upscale. Mrs. Merkt doesn't think twice about buying a second hand clothing item she likes. Yet there are some people who think this is absolutely not to be done. "Someone else wore that." Yeah, so, you run it through the washing machine and all sins are forgiven.
I often stop at Habitat for Humanity before I got to Home Depot or Lowe's.
Mrs. Merkt drives the "new" car, it's a 2012. I drive the next newer one, and it's a 2006. Yet our vehicles get proper maintenance. Because in the long run, that saves money. Cheaping out on vehicle maintenance will come around and bite you on the bee-hind.
One reason my marriage to Mrs. Merkt has endured for almost 49 years is because we are so well matched on this matter. But I am no true cheapskate, because I love giving money and things away to my family members. For one thing, being thrifty allows me to do it.
So I guess buying used guns is no big deal, huh?