Lock, Stock, and Barrel

Sometimes I come up with the subject title and put it on my blog because I know something brilliant or inspirational will follow. This time I'm a bit blocked with content. It refers to something in its entirety.
For example, when my tenant was asked to leave, he cleared his room--lock, stock, and barrel--of his worldly possessions.
These days I think of hiring an exterminator service to rid myself of mice. One seems to be active in the evening. Ah, the joys of living in a 100 year old shack. (BTW, the more polite term for my dwelling is bungalow, however I am not unmindful to the reality that it was probably originally built by hand with whatever was cheaply available at the time).
One day I may have a realized dream of living elsewhere. Will I sell my place? Will I rent it? Who wants to live in an AIR B and B shack? It has served me well for 22 years so I can't complain.
But one thing is for sure... when I do leave, I will not take lock, stock, and barrel with me. For something of me will surely be left behind.