We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Those were my first skis. Wood Northlands. Kept them for sentimental reasons I guess. I must be ancient. Off to the garbage. At the time, my rich friends had Heads.
Gosh do I love skiing, once I am on top of a mountain. The hassle and cost to get there is what deters me often.
We're throwing out everything we can, or giving away. Closets full of older winter clothing, spare sweaters, parkas, leather jackets, fur coats, the snow-blower, the power edger, the power-washer.
Left 10 duck stamp prints off for the Ducks Unlimited event. I have never had anywhere to hang them.
And tons of stuff to church winter clothing drive, and Good Will.
It's not to prepare for Global Warming; it's to lighten the burdens of excess possession and clutter. We have too much stuff from many years and three kids. On Thanksgiving, I am going to unload all of the family antiques, family china, and art that I can onto my sibs because I will not wait for my kids to have houses.
The only things I am "keeping for the kids when they might need them" are our substantial collection of antique oriental rugs. Rugs on top of rugs, like Armenians. Trouble is, they are so out of fashion they probably won't want them.
I have too many firearms too. More than I ever use. Should sell most of them.
The pleasure in a new possession is fleeting, isn't it? It's a cliche because it is so true. It's a relief of an interesting sort to get rid of stuff.
"The pleasure in a new possession is fleeting, isn't it?"
Put cars at the top of the list. Perhaps the worst purchase we ever make.
I used to be big on German cars. Then, about 20 years ago, I suddenly found I'd completely lost interest in them. The enthusiasm has never returned.
I suspect I know what happened. I just grew out of my youthful infatuation as it began to dawn on me what a dud investment a car really is (though I don't dispute their necessity, particularly as I live out in the country).
I have a very good friend who loves cars and has three of them; when he starts to wax lyrical about anything automotive, it's all I can do to stay awake.
He sometimes asks if I'm thinking of buying new car to replace my 2007 SUV. I tell him: not until I have to. My SUV is comfortable, has lots of room (I like to sit up in a vehicle) and - most important - has 4WD. Also: I OWN it.
Hey, I'm on an unpaved side road, so I can't be too "suburban fussy" about how mucky the car gets or the odd stone chip here and there.
We're in about the same shape. 2500 ft² house with two walk-in attics, loads of closets, and a two-car garage attic with stairs and hoist, all crammed with 60 married years of accumulated stuff. She won't let loose of one bit of it. If we were both to die at the same time, I suspect the kids would just light a match to it.
Or, if they are worried they might miss something important, they will be forced to go through everything, looking for a safe-deposit box key, the title to the car, and a revised will. (Speaking from experience.)
Fortunately, two of them grew up here 30-40 years ago, live within a mile, and both are in the legal business (but not lawyers). They know where everything of value is, and get along well with their brother and other three sisters.
We are cleaning out and throwing away and not doing enough of either one. We retired in 1997 and built our retirement home in a wilderness area by choice. We planned to be there forever, but at ages 79 and 80 it seems life in a subdivision and closer to help when needed is the best choice for us. So we have moved, we are too old for this. I hope it doesn't kill us.
This is what people who are not completely self-centered do: they do the hard work so their kids will not have to.
My husband has spent the past year dealing with his mom and dad, their medical issues, and his mom's stuff after her death (which probably would not have happened just yet if his drunk 260-lb father had not fallen on his 110-lb mother, broken her knees, and put her in the hospital).
Half of the crap he has had to do he has done because his parents would not deal with real life. Apparently, they thought they would get healthier as they got older.
(Yes. He did fall on her and cause her death: http://diaryofagolddigger.blogspot.com/2015/08/in-which-wait-for-it-there-is-more-sly.html)
I had Northlands just like that Broke the tips the second day I had them... replaced at the ski shop the next day and promptly broke those too. Moved on to Head skis...metal with black tops and yellow Ptex(?) bottoms. Many other skis in the intervening years but I've come full circle and just bought a pair of Head skis and Lange boots. Who said you can't go home again?
if your kids aren't interested in the oriental rugs, I would take them off your hands.
I have a couple of 80 year old Persians that have been in the family since my grandfather acquired them as a trade for business services during the Great Depression.
Could you post photos of your carpets?
would love to see them.
I am hearing from all of my sixtyish friends that the kids want nothing but cash left to them. They buy everything new, and they want open interiors with way less stuff preferably from Pottery Barn. We emptied out three downstairs bedrooms of our house six months ago awaiting a remodel to an age in place ensuite (still has not started) and find we do not miss the space or the stuff. We got rid of most of the furniture. It is fun to go in there and luxuriate in the sun filled nothingness of empty rooms. The kids have it right. Way less is way more.
My sister spent two years emptying out the attic and basement for an anticipated house sale. Not fun. The house sale went off quickly, and she and her husband are now living elsewhere in streamlined quarters.