So much stuff, So little time

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As we move into our dotage, I am culling through boxes.  There are three categories:  GoodWill, Keep, and Good-Grief-Throw-Away.  The garage has yet to feel my wrath, but it has been warned of its place on the list.

My son is moving from New York/New Jersey to Chicago, IL.  John is in his 30s and has accumulated an amazing collection of stuff.

He moved to Illinois 2004, went to graduate school, and then moved the NYC where he has worked as an entomologist (insect expert),a consulting scientist for a major pest company. Now John has been hired by another company based in Chicago.

For most of January, he has been sorting through the boxes left unopened from his last move and the one before that.  The findings have amazed, amused, and left him saying “What was I thinking??”

Third grade math and reading books from Ireland?  Old computer games that used 3.25 floppy discs?  Socks, worn out?  Since New York and much of the Northeast coast are now being hit with a “Nor’easter” storm, he has time to continue his searching while being snowed in.

I mentioned to him that I still had the three Irish milking stools that I have kept for thirty (30) years for my three grown children. Would he like me to send one to Chicago, he burst out laughing.

“You still have those?  Really? No, I don't want one...”  So I won’t be sending them to Chicago.

What would you do with these?  What should I do with them?  Any ideas?

 

What is their value $?  I have no idea...

p.s. these stools are about 70 years old. We discovered them buried under debris in our tool yard, when we lived in Ireland and owned a hotel.

Wed. Words...Marquess vs. Duke...part of the food chain

Royalty, Nobility, Gentry...ranks and importance

The sight of Marchioness Hermoine of Brachton plunging through the mass of titled gentry would remain an indelible memory in her daughter’s mind. Her elegant grace and steely gaze ran interference for the daughter Gemma, brushing aside lesser baronesses and viscounts as she made straight for the Duke of Canterlen’s son. She would slice him to pieces. 

“Clement!” she addressed him with a curtsey. It was a matter of form, and he responded, “Marchioness” with a deep bow.

Clement grew pale when Gemma emerged into view.  Curtsey, bow, smile.

“Clement,” the Marchioness addressed him.  “It has been said that your father has been and is now a magnanimous man.”  Hermoine stepped in closely to the now shivering man.  “You have stolen two possessions of great value from the Marquess of Brachton. How do you propose to make reparations for each?”

Clement staggered with the knowledge that his father the Duke and Gemma’s father the Marquess were going to do some very bad and fully deserved things to him.

another Pride & Prejudice...there are so many...

 Questions:  What had he done?  What two things had he stolen? 

 What reparations are expected?  What would you do?  Details, please. 

These italicized and underlined words are provided by Delores from Under the Porch Light.  Each Wednesday,  Delores provides six daunting words for any who wishes to participate in this writing challenge. Please visit her site by clicking on the shivering cardinals in the sidebar; you will find other writers who have taken different slants on these words!  You should be intrigued...

  

Wise Investments

Bull!

Ingenuity and investment ventures are alive and well in the economy now.  This courageous enthusiasm encourages adults of all ages.  Even the youngest entrepreneurs have caught investment fever.

A new company, EHC Investment, Ltd, is a fine example of the new generation.  Fifth graders have joined in this somewhat shaky scheme to allow the four members gain wealth, learn participation skills, and eventually experience a dawning of understanding.

My gr-daughter is the CEO/CFO of this new company.  She explained the ideology:  She and three other students earn tickets and fake class money throughout the day.  All deposit these earnings in an official-looking box which my gr-daughter (CEO/CFO) takes home after school.

There she counts out the earnings into four stacks, each one receiving equal amounts.  An odd number leaving only one ticket left remains in the box until the next day.  She is honest to a fault. 

I think one boy already knows that his measly three tickets means he will rake in fifteen tickets on the next day.

It’s all good, right?

We will see what happens next week.  

It's all in numbers.