So I'm talking to my older son, who functions as an advisor on things financial, and in the course of the discussion it comes out that I have three storage units. That I can't really afford but where else am I going to keep the stuff that doesn't fit in my room?
The extra furniture (a chair I"ve had for 40 years, my 40 year old drafting table still in really great condition except for it is dismantled to fit in the storage, a weaving loom that I've never actually used, part of my quilting frame which is king sized and would take up my entire room if I had it here, a bedsitter table whose doors don't stay closed and the wings make it awkward to sit at and the veneer is peeling off, a dresser, a china hutch, an outdoor storage unit that didn't quite go together as it should, the boxes of fabric (about 25 to 30 of them) and legos, maybe 5 archive boxes full, the two boxes of model trains, a couple boxes of kitchen ware, 15 boxes of baseball cards from the 70's to 90's I inherited from my dad and have no interest in, and nine boxes of rocks. No not ordinary rocks... these I inherited from my grandmother and they are really nice specimens. Geodes, semiprecious stones, picture jasper, a jar of uncut garnets and a grain grinding stone, authentic.
I know, I know! How stereotypical!
And really, its costing me a fortune to keep it all. I could have bought a really nice set of diamond jewelry with the money I've spent keeping this stuff. $300 a month for one 10x10 and two 5x5's. I could have bought the furniture of my dreams several times over.
So of course my son totally flips out! But in a way I so do not expect. He decides to intervene.
"This has got to stop now, Mom. I'm coming over there next week to help you get rid of stuff. Next Tuesday is Hurling Day!"
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