We’re left with tons of furniture we can’t use, mostly antiques handed down from my mother’s family. I’m not really thrilled with antiques. I appreciate fine woodworking and all that, but in my own home I want furniture I can use. I’d much rather have a table I can set a glass on without worrying about leaving a permanent mark than some ancient heirloom you can’t touch.
Once upon a time not so very long ago I’d have turned the lot over to Jim and let him figure out what to do with it all. I’m still tempted to do that now, but he made such a stink about getting his fair share of everything. I’ll probably just turn it all over to the Hospice Thrift Store.