Christian, Jew, Muslim, shaman, Zoroastrian, stone, ground, mountain, river, each has a secret way of being with the mystery, unique and not to be judged ― Rumi
I chose mine being a fanatic collector of handcars... Even had a railroad track laid in my backyard. It all started years ago when I went on a vacation through the wilderness of Sweden on a handcar along an old, abandoned railroad track. Those were the days.
I had one, but lost track of its whereabout. Shame really because some of the more esoteric ones are worth quite a bit nowadays.
The next person is bothered by the noise nuisance of a renovation?