What's on your mind? (2024)

Estate Sales in Canada tend to happen after a person/couple dies/die. Estate auctions seem more common in rural areas.

The same companies that run Estate Sales offer Contents Sales for people who are moving or downsizing. The fancier companies have photos of the better items online in advance.

I have donated a lot of furniture and kitchen ware to Furniture Bank over the years, a charity which provides furniture and household items to people in need. The donor gets a tax receipt.

Unfortunately, they donā€™t take Lladro figurines or other collectible figurines.

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Iā€™m sorry you have to deal with this.

We moved my parents out of my great-grandparentsā€™ home a few years ago, and discovered so much antique brassware and other valuable things stashed away that there was no time to deal with at the last minute. Itā€™s all gone into storage ā€” along with a bunch of junk because people get emotional and thereā€™s no moving forward rationally.

Some of your parentsā€™ collection appears to have coherence: instead of selling it, you might consider finding a small museum (or a few) who has similar items and donating them ā€” you have the receipts, so you can claim a tax benefit that will be in line with what youā€™re expecting to get by selling them. Might take a bit of googling. Or call a university museum near you and ask them.

I aspire to donate, that way the love and passion that went into the collecting has some positive conclusion. When weā€™ll be able to do that, Iā€™m not sure. And Iā€™m not looking forward to digging through storage.

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Preach!

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Food for thought from the NYT The Morning today.

How to Like Yourself More

Taking time to enumerate the things you like about yourself each day may sound terminally woo-woo or conceited, but in practice, the results can be pretty transformative.

Best practices

I want to be a person with practices. A yoga practice, a mindfulness practice, a gratitude practice. Iā€™m not totally sure when a nourishing activity passes into the realm of a practice, but I think it has something to do with intention and devotion. You prioritize doing this thing that has a positive effect on you or others or on the world you live in ā€” say, sitting in quiet contemplation for 20 minutes each morning, or journaling every night before bed. You commit to doing it on a regular basis, and after enough reps, it becomes part of who you are.

Iā€™ve been hesitant to declare ā€” to myself, never mind anyone else ā€” that Iā€™ve established any of the aforementioned practices because Iā€™m skeptical of my ability to stick with them. I tend to burn hot in the initial phases of something that promises to improve my life, and then lose steam very quickly. Iā€™ve done the first day of the ā€œYoga With Adrieneā€ 30-day challenge at least 30 times.

One need not be so doctrinaire about oneā€™s practices, I know. The point is to do and feel better, not to get a gold star. Iā€™ve wandered away from many practices only to return to them, usually because I miss them, because seeing the benefits of doing something is often not as powerful as experiencing its absence. Thatā€™s the case with something Iā€™ve been doing for the past eight months or so ā€” not every single day, but enough days to tentatively call it ā€œa thing I do,ā€ if not a thoroughgoing practice.

At the end of the day, I try to write down as many things as I can think of that I appreciate about myself. It might be how I handled a difficult situation, or that I checked something off my to-do list that Iā€™d been putting off. It might be something witty I said, or the way I reframed how I was thinking about a situation. Some days thereā€™s not much content to work with, and I might just appreciate that I made the bed even though I really didnā€™t want to, or that my hair looked kind of good.

When someone first recommended I try this, I thought it sounded very self-involved, maybe a little pathetic ā€” was my self-esteem so impoverished that I needed to ply myself with compliments? (It turns out that some days, in fact, I do.) But over time I realized that what at first seemed facile was actually sort of revolutionary.

Iā€™d tried practicing gratitude before and found it quite effective. You take a few minutes to write down things youā€™re thankful for ā€” the kindness of a stranger, the way your child looks at you while youā€™re reading a bedtime story, the smell of honeysuckle when you bike past that one tree. You remind yourself how lucky you are, that while youā€™ve been fretting or regretting or despairing, all these good things and people and possibilities are part of your story, too.

With gratitude, you think about things outside yourself. You remember that youā€™re not alone, that thereā€™s more going on in your life than whatā€™s in your head, and this offers perspective. An appreciation practice entails thinking about yourself, but itā€™s not the opposite of gratitude; itā€™s a refraction of it. Itā€™s expressing gratitude for oneself, which at first feels conceited, but eventually, for me, has come to seem anything but.

Left to its own devices, my mind will take stock of the day like a detective, looking for things I did wrong, could have done better or left undone completely. With an appreciation practice, I start with, ā€œWhat did I do right today?ā€ These are the behaviors and moments we tend not to linger on because theyā€™re usually the parts of the day with the least tension. Theyā€™re not the sort of headline stories you might think to tell someone when asked how your day went. Theyā€™re not amusing or annoying. They donā€™t really make for good cocktail party fodder.

But the cumulative effect of memorializing these situations, day after day, is you start to see patterns in your behavior, to note the positive effect youā€™re having on those around you. And when you see that, you start to like yourself more. And who couldnā€™t stand to like themselves more?

Iā€™ve found myself behaving differently ā€” more assertively, more compassionately ā€” simply because I know that, tonight, Iā€™ll sit down and look at my day, and I know how good it will feel to appreciate these things about myself. I want to make future me proud. And on bad days, when Iā€™m less than thrilled about how I dealt with things, I have a log of all the things that Iā€™ve appreciated about myself in the past.

Once you start actively looking for things to appreciate about yourself, you realize how youā€™ve outsourced that task to other people. It feels wonderful when someone else tells you that you did a brilliant job in that meeting, that you really gave them solid advice, that you look great today. An appreciation practice enables you to bring that job in-house, to enlist yourself as your biggest fan. Other people are never paying as much attention to you as you are, so thereā€™s a lot about you to appreciate that goes unremarked upon if you wait for someone else to acknowledge it.

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Not sure Iā€™ll adopt this practice, but it does present something to ponder.

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Right? Iā€™m pretty terrible at ā€¦ practicing practices myself (or anything, for that matterā€¦ thinking of my TWO ukes gathering dust :weary:), but itā€™s a strange human condition that we tend to focus so much more on all the negative ā€” whether itā€™s about ourselves, the world, or other peeps.

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Yes, with the exception of a two cast iron skillets, everything (I have) came from Goodwillā€¦ and when the time comes, theyā€™re getting it ALL back!!

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I try to be a ā€œbenefit of the doubtā€ optimist.

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Iā€™m with Carlin: ā€œInside every cynical person is a disappointed idealist.ā€

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Iā€™m a macro cynic, but still a micro optimist. If that makes sense :confounded:

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Hope dies last, sometimes (ideally) along with us.

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Talk about a modern lemonade\bake sale stand: ā€œaccepting cash or digital payment.ā€

And I hope the monkey is enjoying the drink :slight_smile:

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Lion :wink:

Summer. With Four Roses small batch.

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Getting ready for pizza Saturday. Having a beer on the deck.

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Iā€™m betting that didnā€™t come from the lemonade stand.

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The lemonade did :joy:

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Not letting boredom win. For my entire crazy career and my lovely mates we were so driven. Never had to think about filling time. When our son passed away, the stopping to grieve was a real and frightening challenge. We wanted to celebrate his life, his joys and his accomplishments-not let anger take over. Those closest to us wanted visible grief. Natch, we spiraled for awhile by leaning into the pain others felt. Then, we lost focus, then we got bored.

Boredom is a something I still push against. Mind wondering. We keep busy, level headed, and together we move through a space of acceptance. Our beautifully kind man-child wanted us to live free of regret and def free of boredom.

He would be 35 this year. We lost a real dynamo.

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Maybe you should chime in here? The Ultimate Lemonade

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