In every innovation, there is a price.
“Progress has never been a bargain. You have to pay for it.
Sometimes I think there’s a man who sits behind a counter and says, “All right, you can have a telephone but you lose privacy and the charm of distance.
Madam, you may vote but at a price. You lose the right to retreat behind the powder puff or your petticoat.
Mister, you may conquer the air but the birds will lose their wonder and the clouds will smell of gasoline.
Henry Drummond, a character in Inherit the Wind”
― Jerome Lawrence, Inherit the Wind
True, that script was written by a devout Leftie, but he wasn’t wrong.
I like the convenience of having scads of movies/old shows available on demand. I particularly enjoy the many services – Tubi, FreeVee, and Cafe Noir – that dish up long-forgotten films and shows, Some of them ridiculously dated (and, even for that time, not all that good), others absolute gems.
In that vein, take the time to watch Algiers, the out of copyright delight with a young Charles Boyer and Hedy Lamarr. Both were absolutely dazzling in a well-written story about greed, yearnings, and the compromises people make.
It’s daylight here, although hard to see amidst the rain and fog. I’m just sitting, trying to gather the ambition to get started with the tasks of the day.
I’ve been cleaning, in prep for packing up the SC house. We’ve set a deadline of President’s Day for the moving event. After that point, we hope to have little left, except items we plan to sell, donate, or junk. I’m planning on getting rid of most of the books one way or another. Paper copies, other than those needed in a SHTF situation, are on the list to go.
A LOT of stuff will not be leaving with us. Funny how you save old coffee cups, memorabilia from trips, and broken appliances and equipment. I’m seriously into paring-down mode.
I’m going to be using Facebook Marketplace as a guide for pricing the To-Sell items. My goal is to MOVE these things, not to haggle.
I’m expecting the Donate box is going to fill up fast. I can make that my last trip every day.
Meanwhile, the first thing on my list is a thorough cleaning of floors, under furniture, surfaces (now cluttered), and closets. As my husband was living on his own most of the last year, you might assume that it is a pit – and, you would be right. In all fairness, when I was not expecting company, I tended to let things pile up – laundry on the top of the dresser, recyclables in boxes in the kitchen (I was trying to avoid too many trips down the back steps in yucky weather), and piles of files on the top of the desk.
We all do that – other than my neatnik son-in-law. He could make a good living as a professional de-clutterer.