08-19-2013, 10:08 AM
I think that the questions to ask are: "If a 787 crashed into my house, and it all burned, what would I miss most?" and "Oh, about that insurance..."
I have a lot to think about; my house, a kind of hermitage, is full of bits of furniture that relatives and friends just couldn't let go of, and I'm an easy touch on storage. On occasion, they come back to retrieve something. (I'll talk about what is in the garage elsewhere.) My gallivanting parents left behind a most curious assortment, much has no value whatsoever, except now in my memories.
I've had the occasional garage sale. It always seems that I end up with _more_ stuff by the end.
My answers to the posed questions are easy: the Upright Grand that I can't play, but still looks just magnificent, my ship's chart table that does multiple duty for dining, as an optical bench, and as a platform for rebuilding old engines and also for occasional napping, and my Eames chair. It's taken three decades to make that chair fit me just right.
My electronics collection can be replaced, although replacing the Rabco ST4 will be difficult. Computers? Let them burn; I still have the memories. (Stored elsewhere.) All the books and LP's? Ebay will make quite a profit on the insurance proceeds.
In fact, I could make quite a cozy little pad from the ruins, with only that chart table large enough to sleep on, the now comfy scorched Eames chair, and that piano, that I _still_ couldn't play. I would still need to put out a little something for a Mac and Internet access. I'm not the total hermit.
As for the insurance proceeds of all that unintentional relief from possessions... A Swan, something in the 65 foot range. With an all girl, astonishingly compliant, crew. A Swan big enough for a chair, a piano, and just the right ship's table.
Oh, where is that errant 787 when you need one...
Eustace
I have a lot to think about; my house, a kind of hermitage, is full of bits of furniture that relatives and friends just couldn't let go of, and I'm an easy touch on storage. On occasion, they come back to retrieve something. (I'll talk about what is in the garage elsewhere.) My gallivanting parents left behind a most curious assortment, much has no value whatsoever, except now in my memories.
I've had the occasional garage sale. It always seems that I end up with _more_ stuff by the end.
My answers to the posed questions are easy: the Upright Grand that I can't play, but still looks just magnificent, my ship's chart table that does multiple duty for dining, as an optical bench, and as a platform for rebuilding old engines and also for occasional napping, and my Eames chair. It's taken three decades to make that chair fit me just right.
My electronics collection can be replaced, although replacing the Rabco ST4 will be difficult. Computers? Let them burn; I still have the memories. (Stored elsewhere.) All the books and LP's? Ebay will make quite a profit on the insurance proceeds.
In fact, I could make quite a cozy little pad from the ruins, with only that chart table large enough to sleep on, the now comfy scorched Eames chair, and that piano, that I _still_ couldn't play. I would still need to put out a little something for a Mac and Internet access. I'm not the total hermit.
As for the insurance proceeds of all that unintentional relief from possessions... A Swan, something in the 65 foot range. With an all girl, astonishingly compliant, crew. A Swan big enough for a chair, a piano, and just the right ship's table.
Oh, where is that errant 787 when you need one...
Eustace