Hee hee hee. They are citrus, so I assume they reach pretty normal tree heights, but not in Missouri! The first frost would kill them. I suspect Mr Lamb's friend of not wanting to house them over the winter, and recognizing a soft touch when he sees one.
I'm guilty of that kind of 'giving' from time to time. It's a good job you're not in the UK or I could try to interest Mr Lamb in a laboratory stabilised power supply - or 6 Or 12
In this climate, you'd be sending it to certain death. Maybe...you can make Bonsai thingies with them? I seem to remember you might have some relies you could give them to?
Heh. What has happened historically (because this is like the 7th time) is that he grows them to the size of a … well, I’m looking at one that’s roughly 5 feet tall, but most don’t make it that long! And Then something kills then and we start all over. There are three big ones on top of my dresser right now. It’s the circle of life…
Considering the history you mention of premature kumquat demise they might be the ideal subjects for planting in front of that place where there used to be a fence - until something more permanent grows there "naturally"
I got an email from my closest brother who lives (most distantly) in Chicago. He and his partner are planning a holiday here in late January/ February. I haven't seen them since the pandemic hit. I seriously need to do some decluttering fast. I'm hoping a friend will help (on a paid basis) because I need help working out a strategy as my brain is a bit overwhelmed.
Any suggestions welcome. Also prayers that his partner's employer will grant her leave at the same time he has his.
Thanks Lamb Chopped. I used them years ago, probably for the same reason, but completely forgotten their existence. (this is why asking for advice is so much better than struggling by myself and panicking. One time when my bro came by himself I managed to disable the oven. He suggested we google cooking pork shoulder roast in the crockpot and we discovered a wonderful sweet and sour recipe which, co-incidently, I have just re-discovered while searching my needlework designs).
Cleaning out the hall closet that I threw stuff in when we moved over a year ago. I found something in a small box that I have no idea what it is. Looks sort of like a watch band made of braid but bigger, and no way to fasten it. I thought it best not to throw it away yet.
Having moved my Dad's collection of traction engine magazines all the way to Oxford from Essex to get them advertised, the buyer turns out to be from Ipswich... so we need to take them all back to get shot of them!
Shouldn't moan too loudly - the Essex Air Ambulance gets £100 out of it - but it's a comedy faff.
Me, tidying for visitors, to the NE Man: "We have two jemmies, a 4 ft spirit ruler and a mystery piece of metal on the landing. I don't know where they came from, I don't know why they're there, but I want them gone."
The NE Man dutifully headed for the landing and returned to say, baffled "Quine, there are two jemmies, a spirit level and a metal thing on the landing. Do you know where they came from? Do you know why they are there?"
The Quinie has claimed the jemmies as hers, but the mysterious apparation of a spirit level and piece of metal, which neither of us recognise, remains unsolved.
Enquiring minds wish to know to what end the Quinie is going equipped with two jemmies. (Can the NE Loon account for the piece of metal and the spirit level?)
I am currently decluttering. I haven't found anything as exciting as a jemmy or a spirit level, but I continue to be amazed at the number of skeins of DMC cotton number 550 I appear to have. It's a beautiful deep purple. My New Year's resolution is not to buy any more of it - unless I reallyneed it (that is if I get withdrawal symptoms or something.)
Maybe I should stitch purple santas on my Christmas cards.
I am enjoying these little stories. When bits of metal appear in our house, it is always me to blame.
Things are still slowly coming in (some antique calculators...half a socialist answer phone...a lot of bits of hardwood...a tin of activated alumina...a very small variac...35 thermocouples) but the lab move is nearly over and so the rate is slowing down. It has provided Christmas presents for my two daughters, which I am quite excited about. Meanwhile, the charity fundraising (otherwise known as stabilised-power-supplies-R-us) is going OK on ebay. I have taken to listing things for a quid and just seeing what they do. It's quite exciting. I don't get out much.
Ooh, moves are always fun for the weird things they unearth that you can scrounge. I did this when my whole office moved, and got hold of a ton of school supplies for kids from difficult situations. And I managed to scoop up one of those old movie reel aluminum cases/holders, the things they used to keep a whole huge reel of film in? Which my son promptly stole from me.
That sounds familiar - I wonder what your son did with it? I found some 16mm films on a previous move which I held onto for years (I know, I know) and in the end - an end which involved a lucky break, fixing a friend's 16mm projector - they were gory industrial safety films from the 70s and quite touching, ancient university promo pieces based on real experiments, from a time when it was more of a real institution. One had amazing backing music that sounded quite a lot like Jethro Tull. Groovy!
My youngest had a music lesson tonight, and her new teacher comes here. From the next room I heard her say 'I don't know - perhaps he found it in a skip' more than once :-)
I am the one who found it in a skip--LL confiscated it with cries of glee, and I believe it is presently residing in his room upstairs! Pity the film had already been removed, but we can't have everything. I also rescued (okay, a friend rescued and slipped to me) some very interesting correspondence from a major figure in Lutheran radio nearly a hundred years ago. LL did NOT get his hands on that.
I'm tired. Last Saturday I finally stopped panicking about my messy house (and people coming to stay) and decided to ask a friend for help.
It was a scary thing for me to do, but I have known her for a few years and seen her interact non-judgmentally with a variety of people so I decided trust her. Also I needed someone to help me develop strategies for my situation. The Unfuck Your Habitat was great, and now I have calmed down a bit I realised there was stuff I missed when I first looked at it, but I think what I really needed was to have someone look at it and reassure me that we could do it.
So, the work begins. The bloke who mows my lawns took me to the transfer station to get rid of an old and dodgy gas cylinder and heater, as well as assorted other junk and also moved my old couch into the garage, the Community Library have been given a pile of picture books (they keep the good ones and put the others out for passers by to help themselves) and the Sallies down the road are accepting ribbons, wrapping paper and various craft supplies for re-sale.
I'm no longer panicking, but I fall asleep around 6pm for a couple of hours, then go back to sorting things out.
I was going well, but falling onto concrete last week slowed me down a bit, the bruised ribs and arm and the black eye made things a bit painful, so I decided to take a day off and buy needlework cottons for a new sewing project. At the craft shop I met a woman who told me about the craft group at her retirement home and the wide variety of crafts available.
I asked if they would welcome extra supplies and explained I was decluttering, and that while the Sallies will take basic craft supplies they really don't have a resale market for things like metallic threads. The upshot is that I have found a home for some of the more specialized material that I no longer want. I never really mastered the challenge of metallic thread - now someone else can have a go.
The new carpet will be laid in our study today, I decluttered a bit as I emptied it, but I'm going to declutter ruthlessly as I put everything back in. I am ridiculously excited by the prospect of an organised and tidy study!
When my grandfather died, my father inherited his collection of photographic slides. He went through them ruthlessly, throwing out all photos of scenery and keeping photos of people.
Now I am going through my late father's slides. I estimate there are about 2000. I planned to chuck all landscapes etc and then digitise all photos which include people. The NE Man and the Loon say this makes no sense - I should just digitise the lot. Both say I might one day want to look back on them. I can't envisage a reason for wanting to look at photos of e.g. a robin in the snow circa 1975, or a cow in a field circa 1978, or a waterfall, somewhere on the west coast of Scotland, probably, circa 1974.
Who is right - if they're going to take up minimal digital storage space, should I just save the lot?
I am no expert on the process, but it seems to me they will need to be sorted at sometime, either before or after the digitisation. So there is no right answer.
I am currently wishing my husband had heeded my wishes and reminders to do some sorting. Our house is full to bursting. I am going to try to pull out a z bed downstairs, but there is nowhere to move stuff to to create space. He will be furious if I get rid of anything whilst he is unwell.
The librarian in me says digitise the lot. Well maybe not the cow and the robin, but any general views of places. We have in the hall an early 19th C pen and ink drawing of a rural shoreline. Nowadays it's Sydney.
My dad also left a cupboard full of photographic slides, covering probably about 50 years of holidays, weddings etc.
My brother and sister had the unenviable task of sorting them out - I think my nephew may have started digitising them - like NEQ I don't really see the point of keeping the scenery ones, but it's worth keeping the people, as they're part of what we are!
When my grandfather died, my father inherited his collection of photographic slides. He went through them ruthlessly, throwing out all photos of scenery and keeping photos of people.
Now I am going through my late father's slides. I estimate there are about 2000. I planned to chuck all landscapes etc and then digitise all photos which include people. The NE Man and the Loon say this makes no sense - I should just digitise the lot. Both say I might one day want to look back on them. I can't envisage a reason for wanting to look at photos of e.g. a robin in the snow circa 1975, or a cow in a field circa 1978, or a waterfall, somewhere on the west coast of Scotland, probably, circa 1974.
Who is right - if they're going to take up minimal digital storage space, should I just save the lot?
I didn’t. I digitised the ones that were of interest to me or may be to my sons. The rest I threw away. It wasn’t easy to do but I did it and don’t regret it. 🙂
My father-in-law left a huge collection of pictures of chrysanthemums - he had been showing them (and winning nearly every cup except the Novices cup) for around 50 years, and took a photo of every entry. To the rest of us they were all pretty much identical. They all went.
Good luck @North East Quine . I still have boxes of slides in my loft from my father's project photographing the UK's canals. I keep on meaning to go through them do something with the few that have actual people I know on them and see if the Canal and River Trust or similar would be interested in the rest.
I have spent an inordinate amount of time emptying, sorting through and replacing in an organised fashion the contents of a three drawer chest of drawers.
I have a carrier bagful going to the bin, have something to go onto Ebay, have given something away on the local FB giveaway page, and tomorrow will be posting off two items by way of gifts.
I've found stuff I had forgotten I had, but which will be useful (compression socks for flying, four bars of soap, £1, a pair of sunglasses etc.)
I have typed a list of exactly what is where.
And my drawers are tidy.
I'd be delighted if only it hadn't been such a slog.
I finished the basic de-clutter, but now at 84 I think it is time to also get rid of some of the good stuff. I have a call into an auction house. I have checked with the children and they have already taken what they want in terms of family pieces. I was surprised that the younger son wanted the good china. He said he had lots of happy memories of the holiday meals on it.
I look with trepidation toward the day I have to empty my parents', now my stepfather's, house. They made a hobby of garage sales in retirement, and have any amount of fine crystal, old records, and various odds and ends. Most of these don't get used. At my age and stage of ministry, it's highly unlikely I will need the crystal etc. I already possess that used to get such a work-out in the earlier days of the church, and there I'll be, trying to find a home for good stuff nobody wants.
I was asked to store some remains of Dad's collections and am now in the process of getting them to an online auction house to sell. Sister has agreed and we are looking forward to getting part of our garage back. I am always astonished at what people will buy and selfishly I'm glad that what I consider to be useless, will be fallen upon by others as helpful even for parts. Dad had a bit of camera and radio gear and I think it's better people who like these things and know what to do with them will find them and put them to good use. Parent cleaning/disposal is no fun and I've begun my own culling to hopefully spare my kids the pain
I don't have any kids or partner so I think on-going decluttering will be a part of my life.
I have decided that once my visitors leave I will keep enough crockery and cutlery in easy reach for a couple of people to use and store the excess elsewhere. That will mean I use, wash and put away thus keeping the kitchen tidier. It's a bit tricker with my needlework stuff, which tends to take over, but now I have it sorted I am less likely to buy colours or other things I already have. And - No More Scissors - ever!
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Any suggestions welcome. Also prayers that his partner's employer will grant her leave at the same time he has his.
I'm so excited - and a bit daunted.
I'll post in on the recipes thread within a day or so.
Shouldn't moan too loudly - the Essex Air Ambulance gets £100 out of it - but it's a comedy faff.
The NE Man dutifully headed for the landing and returned to say, baffled "Quine, there are two jemmies, a spirit level and a metal thing on the landing. Do you know where they came from? Do you know why they are there?"
The Quinie has claimed the jemmies as hers, but the mysterious apparation of a spirit level and piece of metal, which neither of us recognise, remains unsolved.
They are now cluttering up the garage.
Maybe I should stitch purple santas on my Christmas cards.
None of us can account for the spirit level or the strip of metal. They appear to have apparated onto the landing.
Things are still slowly coming in (some antique calculators...half a socialist answer phone...a lot of bits of hardwood...a tin of activated alumina...a very small variac...35 thermocouples) but the lab move is nearly over and so the rate is slowing down. It has provided Christmas presents for my two daughters, which I am quite excited about. Meanwhile, the charity fundraising (otherwise known as stabilised-power-supplies-R-us) is going OK on ebay. I have taken to listing things for a quid and just seeing what they do. It's quite exciting. I don't get out much.
My youngest had a music lesson tonight, and her new teacher comes here. From the next room I heard her say 'I don't know - perhaps he found it in a skip' more than once :-)
It was a scary thing for me to do, but I have known her for a few years and seen her interact non-judgmentally with a variety of people so I decided trust her. Also I needed someone to help me develop strategies for my situation. The Unfuck Your Habitat was great, and now I have calmed down a bit I realised there was stuff I missed when I first looked at it, but I think what I really needed was to have someone look at it and reassure me that we could do it.
So, the work begins. The bloke who mows my lawns took me to the transfer station to get rid of an old and dodgy gas cylinder and heater, as well as assorted other junk and also moved my old couch into the garage, the Community Library have been given a pile of picture books (they keep the good ones and put the others out for passers by to help themselves) and the Sallies down the road are accepting ribbons, wrapping paper and various craft supplies for re-sale.
I'm no longer panicking, but I fall asleep around 6pm for a couple of hours, then go back to sorting things out.
I'm even beginning to enjoy it.
I was going well, but falling onto concrete last week slowed me down a bit, the bruised ribs and arm and the black eye made things a bit painful, so I decided to take a day off and buy needlework cottons for a new sewing project. At the craft shop I met a woman who told me about the craft group at her retirement home and the wide variety of crafts available.
I asked if they would welcome extra supplies and explained I was decluttering, and that while the Sallies will take basic craft supplies they really don't have a resale market for things like metallic threads. The upshot is that I have found a home for some of the more specialized material that I no longer want. I never really mastered the challenge of metallic thread - now someone else can have a go.
When my grandfather died, my father inherited his collection of photographic slides. He went through them ruthlessly, throwing out all photos of scenery and keeping photos of people.
Now I am going through my late father's slides. I estimate there are about 2000. I planned to chuck all landscapes etc and then digitise all photos which include people. The NE Man and the Loon say this makes no sense - I should just digitise the lot. Both say I might one day want to look back on them. I can't envisage a reason for wanting to look at photos of e.g. a robin in the snow circa 1975, or a cow in a field circa 1978, or a waterfall, somewhere on the west coast of Scotland, probably, circa 1974.
Who is right - if they're going to take up minimal digital storage space, should I just save the lot?
I am currently wishing my husband had heeded my wishes and reminders to do some sorting. Our house is full to bursting. I am going to try to pull out a z bed downstairs, but there is nowhere to move stuff to to create space. He will be furious if I get rid of anything whilst he is unwell.
Landscapes and buildings can change or disappear.
My brother and sister had the unenviable task of sorting them out - I think my nephew may have started digitising them - like NEQ I don't really see the point of keeping the scenery ones, but it's worth keeping the people, as they're part of what we are!
I didn’t. I digitised the ones that were of interest to me or may be to my sons. The rest I threw away. It wasn’t easy to do but I did it and don’t regret it. 🙂
I have spent an inordinate amount of time emptying, sorting through and replacing in an organised fashion the contents of a three drawer chest of drawers.
I have a carrier bagful going to the bin, have something to go onto Ebay, have given something away on the local FB giveaway page, and tomorrow will be posting off two items by way of gifts.
I've found stuff I had forgotten I had, but which will be useful (compression socks for flying, four bars of soap, £1, a pair of sunglasses etc.)
I have typed a list of exactly what is where.
And my drawers are tidy.
I'd be delighted if only it hadn't been such a slog.
I look with trepidation toward the day I have to empty my parents', now my stepfather's, house. They made a hobby of garage sales in retirement, and have any amount of fine crystal, old records, and various odds and ends. Most of these don't get used. At my age and stage of ministry, it's highly unlikely I will need the crystal etc. I already possess that used to get such a work-out in the earlier days of the church, and there I'll be, trying to find a home for good stuff nobody wants.
I have decided that once my visitors leave I will keep enough crockery and cutlery in easy reach for a couple of people to use and store the excess elsewhere. That will mean I use, wash and put away thus keeping the kitchen tidier. It's a bit tricker with my needlework stuff, which tends to take over, but now I have it sorted I am less likely to buy colours or other things I already have. And - No More Scissors - ever!