Sellers Remorse

                   Have you ever had that thought, "Wow, I shouldn't have sold that..."  or "Jee Whiz, I wish I had that back?" after selling something?  Or even just parting with it?  Or giving it away, throwing it away, or selling it?  Sometimes I just wish I hadn't have been so quick to get rid of some things.  This happened to me last week.  We raise cattle and sheep on our ranch and last week we sold our wool.  So every April we shear our sheep.  That leaves us with bags of wool.  We store them until the wool truck stops by.  Then we load them into the truck and off they go.  So, in our shop there is a apothacary cabinet that has been around for years.  Reed stores his nuts and bolts and odds and ends in it.  His grandfather picked it up somewhere.  And, Luke, the guy who came to pick up the wool notices it.  Reed sends him to the house to question me about it.  Ever had one of those "I'm sure she won't sell it- I'm sure he won't sell it"  conversations?  Kinda like the "Go ask your Dad- Go ask your Mom?"  conversations?  One of us was supposed to say, "No".  Well neither one of us did.  And I sold the apothacary cabinet.  They loaded it on the wool truck and off it went.  To Illinois.  Probably where it came from.  About 120 years ago.  And now it's trip back east is faster and less bumpy. 
Funny- the first thing I ask when someone wants to buy something is, "What are you planning on doing with this?"  Mainly the question is, "Will you take care of it and will it have a good home?"  Luke promised me it would have a good home and he would take care of it and preserve it.  That pretty much clinched the deal.  If we would have left it in Reed's shop it would have eventually been worn down and used up, hauled out to cold storage- also known as the dump. 
So I'm a little remorseful.  The junker in me is anyway.  Impulsive decisions aren't always the best.  But it's gone.  That's what I get for reading a book about how to downsize, to simplify.  The "less clutter" me is okay with cleaning it out- my Dad gave me his bolt bin from his shop and I was trying to figure out where to put that.  Now we have room.  And that's what I tell the rest of the junkers when I talk them into getting rid of something.  There's always more- we just have to find it.