Roughshod - Part Four - "(Tread Bare) Resilience"

Roughshod

Part Four

"(Thread Bare) Resilience"

            “(A) remarkable circumstance” Calvin Acres titles to me the... remarkable circumstance... “these days” of the antiques found... from and once “in”... old New England homes.  You do not know Calvin and he does not know you.  He does know his ...old New England antiques... from... old New England homes.  I, myself, do not consider this “these day” to be either remarkable or a circumstance.  I consider the state of New England antiques ...in and of the old New England home... to be a resilience.  I consider it to be a tread bare resilience.

            It is always right there in front of me.  For example, the tread bare rugs are ...there... and usually... I am standing on them... too.  I do not wipe my feet on them; nobody does that.  But... “everyone” stands on them:  Resilient thread bare rugs “in there” (the old New England home).

            That is a funny way to look at it?  Isn’t it?  Thread bare Wasp carpeting is very fashionable these days.  Isn’t it?  Even having little essays with photographic illustrations that demark the “in fashion” of the “tread bare”

            “Rug”.

            For accomplishment, the “these sorts of rugs” are in the back bedrooms and on the front stair landings... on the ‘front hall’ floor and in the ‘library’ of the undisturbed ‘old New England home.  I know this  because I stand on the rugs... “too”.  I am never shown these rugs.  They are never mentioned.

            They are just there.

            Until I “clean them out”. (Part Three).

            So:  The next time I see them they are ...shown to me.  Or Calvin.  He laughs at that; the ‘being shown’ ‘antiques’ from old New England homes.  Especially ‘being shown’ them “in” an old New England home.  In the true old New England home one is never shown ‘the antiques’.  They are a ‘just there’.  If Calvin or I are a ‘shown’ antiques... in an old New England home... then we must be.... in a... new... old New England home.  “Are the floors sanded”?

            Of course they are.  And to ‘show off’ this “THAT” (the ‘we had the floors DONE’)... the “THEY” did not ‘put’ the ‘antiques’ that used to be in that room... or front hall... “BACK”.  “If we’d put it all BACK you couldn’t even SEE the floors”.  “Oh”.

            “You’ve MASTERED THAT”:  The ‘riding roughshod over the old New England antiques in the ‘our’ (new) old New England home.

            So the rest of the stuff (old New England antiques from old New England homes) just gets dumped?  On the rest of the homes?  Yes.  That is what happens.  Other homes discern, acquire and display... old New England antiques... sort of.  As a base level, I will say that ‘they have a few (antiques) in there (other homes)... kicking around.  Sometimes they are just a “there” and other times I am a ‘shown them’.  It is all fun.  Right?  And they do not have thread bare rugs ‘in there’ (the other homes).  No; they have “new” “rugs”.  That is often stated to me.

            There are so many old New England home antiques... that dumping them on the other homes... does not consume the supply.  No.  The ‘this stuff’ didn’t go to the dump (recycling center) either.  No.  It gets ‘dumped’.  At the back of the ‘a garage’, a ‘yard sale’, a ...storage unit...  a ‘benefit sale’... a ponderance

            Of single item dumping here, there and everywhere (out by the road side with a “FREE” sign attached.  There is still ‘too much’.  Everything that is an ‘antique’ was once a ‘saved’.  And is still being that (saved) too.  Sort of.  It (old New England antiques) is a ‘can kicked down the road’...

            These days.

            This is the (thread bare) resilience of these old New England antiques from old New England homes.  They (the antiques) do a better job of resilience than the old homes.  Those become new old homes.  If at all, the antiques get “refinished” or “cleaned”.  That does not include the old thread bare rugs.  Those are ‘thrown out’ or ‘given away’ with the latter promoted by ‘pet usage’.  Including that (pet pee), these rugs are “rescued” and “put back”... in an upstair back bedroom where the sniff test is rarely used in that domestic space by ...nosey neighbors.

            “I FINALLY GOT IN THERE; that old place.  Ebenezer Adams’ FAMILY HOME.  The children have taken him OUT you know.  I don’t know WHAT will happen to all his THINGS”.

            I do.

            NOT VERY MANY HOMES, these days... OLD NEW ENGLAND HOMES... “these days” have old (sterling) silver services that they use AND have a second family silver service in a service box on a shelf in a SHED.  OLD YANKEE BACK-UP that is.  Try it sometime with your old silver.  It’s harder than it looks.

            And that clears up the thread bare rugs too.  Those, too, are ‘harder than they look’.  Oh that IS the way this goes.  It makes sanding the floors... so tacky:  No back up silver service, no thread bare rugs... what else can a ‘they’ do but... sand their floors. And show that “THAT”... off.

            Meanwhile the rest of the ‘old things’ that were once ‘in there’ are now at the back of someone’s garage or out by the road “IN” a “YARD SALE”.  Those people are always so pleased to speak to me about “how much we got rid of”.  No... dear...: that stuff was supposed to be in the house... to hide the old floors and water stained wallpaper “from the Civil War”. (Part Three).

            It is the thread bare resilience of old New England antiques... right here... right now.  Calvin Acres calls it a “remarkable circumstance”.  I do not see it that way.  For me it has become a remarkable opportunity.

            While the ‘ever after’ of the new New England home neutralizes the ‘old places’, cleans them out, paints them white “again” and, of course, ‘sands the floors’... the rest of the ‘all that stuff... is a ‘still around’.  Current commercial demarcation... from within the ‘those that trade’ (“the dealers”) strongly force feeds the current market that “antiques” “no longer sell for ‘that much’ or... even... “at all”.  “No one buys them”.

            So what does that mean?  Yesterday I, in attendance at an “Antiques” “Show”.  Note the word ‘show’.  An antique ‘show’ means one may attend, look at the antiques and not need to ‘buy anything’.  “Buy” is at an antiques ‘sale’.  There are, in fact, ‘antiques’ “show and sale”.  Even ‘antiques’ “sale and show”.

            Anyway... I was in attendance... professionally.

            In the course of that I reviewed a set of six Pennsylvanian kitchen farm chairs (1840-1870) with their original paint decorated surface ($850.00).  This was the second “show” I’d seen them ‘on display’ at in a month... being ‘shown’.  “They haven’t sold” was... lamentably expressed to me... by the ‘dealer’ who was ‘showing them’ “for sale”.

            Well first off... the chair set is not from an old New England home.  They come from an old Pennsylvanian home.  If one buys them and puts them in an old New England home... one has “PUT” the wrong chairs ‘in the home’.  So... like... “don’t buy them for that”.

            Second, the style of chair; antique Pennsylvanian kitchen farm chairs... are awkward and “Germanic” when compared to antique New England kitchen farm chairs.  The self study of New England decorative arts “teaches” the eye (sophisticates the self art eye) to... “KNOW THIS”.  The further result is that... for as long as I have been an antiques dealer, these Pennsylvanian chairs ‘do not sell’ (except, of course, to appropriate old Pennsylvanian farm kitchens).  That is actually the correct solution; the chairs are not old New England chairs proper for an old New England home so... do not buy them “for that”.  That is why they don’t sell in New England.  They are not ‘not selling’ NOW.  These chairs ALWAYS were “hard sell” in ‘old New England.  And now... EVEN the reader ‘knows why’.  So these chairs; now part of the “ANTIQUES ARE NOT SELLING” market of current vogue... were also part of that same market for the LAST FIFTY YEARS I have been in business.  That chair set has ALWAYS not sold to old New England homes.  Properly... ‘nobody’ wants them.

            What do they want?  The proper decorative and fine arts of ...and historically ‘found in’... old New England homes.  That includes old thread bare rugs that pets have peed on.  If you do not like this then do not live in an old New England home.  Buy a new home in New England and fill it with all (or none) of the crap you... “I like” (Part One).  The old New England home etiquette does not care what you do “with that”.  Just do not try to say that THAT is “right”.

            It is wrong.

            Anyway:  The surplus of real and true old New England antiques from and appropriate to old New England homes... are all over the place, for sale, “cheap”.  All one has to do is know a “what they are”... this being a much harder skill than one would expect and includes “doing stuff” like “going to museums”... .  But who cares?  I don’t.  My whole fifty years as a ‘dealer’ in old New England antiques has been ALWAYS dominated by “idiots” “who don’t know what they are doing”.  Further, and as a warning... the closer one gets to truly “GOOD” old New England antiques, the more expensive they will be.  They will, too, always have greater support of their heritage (design and history) and their cultural place (old New England).

            But that takes a while.  One may begin right now by ‘filling up’ an old New England home with the “stuff” that was (once) “in there”.  That, too, is a ‘but that takes a while’.  And is a little roughshod... if you ‘don’t know anything’.  When they filled the (old New England) home up the first time... they didn’t know what they were doing either.  Except upon rare occasion.

Trimming Grass and Weeds Around Old New England Property (Antique) Granite Landscape Fixtures - Part Nineteen - "Not Walking Up There"

Trimming Grass and Weeds Around

Old New England Property

(Antique) Granite Landscape Fixtures

Part Nineteen

"Not Walking Up There"

            If the bad taste is Thoreau dumping plaster behind his hut, Harvard’s ‘obtain more wood’ etiquette, new New England’s funky fantasy of landscape decoration using (industrial) cut granite to, for example, put the mail box ‘on’, ATVs ‘back trailing’ old New England properties, construction equipment backing up (“beep, beep, beep, beep”), commercial ‘rock dealers’ (“HARDSCAPE”) with their end of town strip store roadsides, dry masonry old stone wall tear downs, creepy new sandblast engraved granite ‘motto’ “signs”

And

            No one sitting on the porch

Playing scrabble

            By the sea

            Above the untended and unintentional

            “Wild roses’ ”

            Wind ruffled blossoms

            Shedding petals

            Anymore.

            I just “the Hell with you” and “park over there”?

            There is

No one walking in the woods

On old New England property

Anymore?

            “Popped my flip flop and

            NEED

            To get in to

            The Target

            End of the isle special

            With the ones I like

            Are the

            Marshmallow yellow

            Though I like the (marshmallow) GREEN ones

            Too.

            ...

            We can go after that.”

            Go where and ‘why bother’.  Just scuff along the walk way.

            Then take the sand path

            “That’s poison Ivy

            Ricky said”.

            Inland one half mile at the head of the salt marsh

            That is ‘over there’ from here at the beach

            Was where the FIRST frame house was built.

            It’s actually a whole mile ‘over there’ now that I look at it.

            We’re not walking up there today...

            Anyway, right along the top of the ridge from the cemetery;

            Where the ridge turns back to go inland,

            Is where that cellar hole is.

            It looks down to the river on the other side (of the ridge).

            They could come up the river to right below the homestead but

            The salt marsh over here; down below on this side; the OTHER side from the river, was what they wanted most:

            “CLEAR FIELD”.

            Anyway.  No one knows that’s there (the cellar hole).  Anymore.

I do and always look over at it when I drive by.  You can see it from the road.

The thing is

That the

            Angle

            Of the cellar hole shows how carefully they choose

            That site.

            Now

They’ve moved the original house up the hill and

            Re-built it bigger

            Across the road

            But that wasn’t done until,

            Like,

            The nineteen seventies.

            The old pound:

            That’s off of that red cape that’s just up the road.  But if you look from the cellar hole you can see the pound was right off behind that first homestead site.  People think now that it was a town pound and goes with that red cape.  The red cape was built in the nineteen nineties and the pound was part of the cellar hole homestead.

            They didn’t have a town pound where there was no

            Town.

            The reason the (colonial) homesteads had a “pound” is that they didn’t fence “IN” any animals.  IF they wanted a fenced-in-animal... they put it in the... (field stone walled... small... square... “BOX”) “pound” to “HOLD THEM”.  The rest of the time... the pigs, et al, went where ever they pleased.  They mostly ‘hung close’.  “Fencing” was originally done to ‘keep out’... of, like, the garden.  Not to ‘keep in’.

            It don’t matter.  We’re not walking up there today.  But you can see the old pound right from the road.

            My pound, on our place, is right off the back door to the homestead.  Right up above where it (the house) ‘sits on ledge’ (Part Six).  The rest of it (the surrounding land) was all open.  Then.  Now its has three cul-de-sacs and

            Twenty-eight houses

            ‘In there’;

            On it (the old farm land) “over there” (past the pound)

            That pound will still work if you put something in it.  Like a beef steer or pig.  No pig can clamber over the stone walls.  Also... the pound ‘sits on ledge’ so... a pig cannot dig out either.  Cows have trouble digging out too.

No one knows our pound is there and I don’t show it to anyone.

            A pound is an old New England property (antique) granite landscape fixture.

            “It’s pretty cool actually” this thirty something guy said to me.  I had just ‘dropped’ a modest size ‘standing dead’ old cherry tree just below the back wall of my pound.  He came up through the woods from the nearest subdivision cul-de-sac.  He’d “heard you”.  He was wearing camo cargo shorts, a camo ball cap, a Maine microbrew beer tee-shirt and black and orange sneakers with no socks.  All were soiled.  None were foul.  He asked me how long I’d had my (chain) saw.

            “It’s a big one.” He said.

            Then, referring back to my “a lot easier than with an axe” chain saw tree drop comment he queried “They really just used an axe?”

“That’s all there was.” I said.  “It was easier for them to pile up these field stones into a square walled pen then it was for them to fence a pen using trees and an axe.  The stones were right here and its easier to pile ‘em up then swing an ax.  Piling the field stones help ‘clear’.  Too.  Safer too.  They cared about safety.”

He looked at me and said “That’s like something they’d say on TV; like on a history channel or something”.

“That’s why he lives down on that cul-de-sac.” I said to myself later.

            I’d already thought about how I’d have to retaliate for his incursion into to my chain saw dream world by doing a drive-thru of his cul-de-sac world... you know... “SEE” his ATV he’s got for sale “IT’S ON THE TRAILER – THAT CAN COME WITH IT TOO” “parked” “out by the street”.  Then I got a grip on myself.  I don’t need to be nasty and do stuff like that.  He’s already buried in that ATV and he’s HAPPY being buried in it.  His wife wants him to sell it.  He don’t want to.  “GOES RIGHT UP TO FIFTY ON THE ROAD PAST THE MAIL BOXES”.

            Those are on granite posts.

            “I JUST LIKE GOING IN THE WOODS” he said.

            IF you get poison ivy by stepping off the sand path to the beach... does that mean that the beach ‘has recovered’ from earlier usage or... is the poison ivy invasive?  Is the poison ivy invasion equal to the sand path that is, too, invasive?

            Or was the sand path always there.

            And what about the trash that’s been dumped along the sand path in the poison ivy (‘litter’)?  Is that bad taste?

            I’m having trouble keeping this all straight.  It used to be I could just go outside and trim the grass and weeds around the (antique) granite troughs (Part One) and

            Call it a year.

            Every now and then some visitor would say “What’s that?” about a trough.

            No one ever notices the millstone (Part Three).  That’s because, as I made clear, of where it’s pitched.  And that it’s pitched.  And how that is the proper Wasp way to display an old millstone.  That’s my most exposed point when it comes to my rather extensive... collection... of old New England property (antique) granite landscape fixtures.  Although I have a healthy gathering ‘on property’, I, too, have a very vast gathering ‘scattered’ that I ‘visit’.  A lot of those have stayed with me forever.  Others ‘come and go’.  Like Tim’s cap stones he’s getting ready to ‘go on vacation’.  

If you have ‘granite steps’ I will... with knowing eye... check them out and, most probably, say nothing.

            I’ll do the same for a ‘half burial’ millstone.  The same for a tear-down-and-rebuild stone wall section.  Too.  It’s pretty hard to get even a flinch out of me these days when it comes to

            Old New England property

            (Antique) granite landscape fixtures.

            I do keep my collection well trimmed of

            Grass and weeds.

The End

Trimming Grass and Weeds Around Old New England Property (Antique) Granite Landscape Fixtures - Part Eighteen - "Being Thinking" - (C)

Trimming Grass and Weeds Around

Old New England Property

(Antique) Granite Landscape Fixtures

Part Eighteen

"Being Thinking"

(C)

            “PLAIN...

            AIR... painting.” (plein air).

            “But you don’t ever doing THAT.  I never seen you.”

            “Noooo.”

            “So what’s THAT got to do with the Harris Place?”

            “KEEPS you OUT OF IT”.

            “WE GO IN THERE ALL THE TIME.  Right on that ATV trail just like YOU SAY.”

            “Yeah but all you do is go in there and MUCK.”

            “Well how else you gonna GET IN.  I ain’t WALKING IN THERE.”

            “You’ll be walking OUT one day when your STUCK”.

            “I’ve been STUCK.  We got TWO of us and a CHAIN”.

            “Then you’ll BOTH be stuck”.

            I’d... begrudgingly... “SHOW ME” the diorama book to a local “I CAN READ IT” of this vignette (series of blog posts) about ‘old New England property... granite...’ who’d ‘flared up’ over the written expostulation of the Harris Place... by I, a wordsmith antiquarian at work.  Beginning, of course, with “I’VE BEEN IN THERE” on to “FOLLOW ALL OF THIS” meaning he be an ‘in the know’ about

            Old New England property

            (Antique)

            Granite landscape fixtures...

            With this “in the know’ carrying to his “I” with words like “GOT”, “BOUGHT”, “KNOW OF”, “SEEN”, “HAVE” and... “DO YOU WANT”.

            “JESUS:  HUNT ME DOWN... you OLD FART”.

            “I didn’t have to HUNT YOU.  I always know where you are:  SOME PLACE you shouldn’t be and I SHOULD be damn you”.

            “And I God damn you back every week and you know it”

            “WELL... I don’t DO as much as I USED TO... damn YOU back”.

            A ...resting rascal... with his L.L. Bean boots... two (old dirty) “SEARS” “flannel” shirts... (timber) slash Carhartt pants, wool ball cap that has been “dipped” in both bar and chain oil AND (insect) “repellant”... pencil, pen and paper ‘stuffed’ pocket.  Cigarette... box... CELL PHONE... cash money (quite a bit of it) folded in a slip of paper.  Eyeglasses in the other pocket of the WOOL-IN-AUGUST (old – ‘very old’- “forty years at least”) “JOHNSON” (Johnson Woolen Mills, Johnson, Vermont*B) “RED and BLACK”.  He... “COMFORT – TABLE” seated...

            “You old resting rascal”.

            “SOMEBODY TOLD YOU ABOUT that WELL CAP Timmy’s GOT?” (Tim; Part Nine)

            “HE TOLD ME.”

            “WALLLL... I TOLD HIM if he’d FIX a price I’d SEE.”

            “You’d see someone else SOLD TO TOO before YOU ‘cash in’... as YOU say.”

            “WALLLL.  When... YOU went back in there you went DOWN to the cellar?”

            “Of course”.

            “Anything change much?
            “No.”

            “The Ricker boys been in there they said.  Looking around.”

            “It’s all GONE in there”

            “Never know THESE DAYS.  They got them metal ‘tecters.  You seen theirs?”

            “No.”

            “WALLLL... they can show a ‘puter screen of a RING... or a NAIL.  You know; button. 

            “Yeah but what are they gonna find for a button?  They didn’t fight the Civil War there.  And there weren’t ever a diamond ring there that anyone LOST”.

            “How do you know that.”

            “Because I’m smarter than them Rickers.  ‘Go at it boys’ I say.  Have a nice day with the bugs, snakes and TICKS (deer tick bite).”

            “They ain’t gonna get TICKED.  They know”.

            “You been ticked?”

            “Noooo.”

            “You smell like you’ve been SKUNKED.  Nice job on your fingernails too.”

            “These ah gotta work as SCREWDRIVERS TOO.”

            “Regular human tool box.  When’s the late time you showered?

            “SHOWERED!”

            “Did they strip you up to TOGUS (Maine Veteran hospital).

            “None of the old girls will touch me”.

            “No shit.”

            “They think I’m still active.”

            “I bet they do.”

            “Timmy’s got some HID he says.”
            “Yeah he told me.  There not that HID.  I went and looked.  I don’t’ think he’s quite got ‘em yet.”

            “He says he’s gonna’.

            “Yeah... probably,  He’s got ‘em TUCKED... well ... you go out to the BACK left of the lot.  There these pine shrub something.  So they’re BEHIND those and THAT butts on to a back parking lot.  You know; IN BACK.  So I look at it (the granite cap stones) and, well... what’s he put ‘em THERE for?  Well... so... It’s a lot easier to get at them if you come in through that other back parking lot.  So I see that.  He’s got ‘em TUCKED.  You can’t even see ‘em unless you go through the OTHER lot.  So I think (“being thinking”) he’s still acquiring them.  If you know what I mean.”

            “He’s good at that ain’t he.  His father was good at it too.  You run into him (Tim)?”

            “Run into?  He just about SQUISHED ME.  He was driving one those big dump trucks of BAY-lou’s.  He had something in the back that was going ‘on vacation’ he called it.  Anything they got at a site they don’t want HE TAKES IT.”

            “Those (the cap stones) aren’t for you?”

            “Right.  They’re LATE.  Victorian.  ONE on the bottom is actually OLD.  He knows that”.

            “How old?”

            “THAT old; that’s why he’s got it on the bottom.  It’ll be on TOP when they leave the area.  And... it will ‘go on vacation’ as he says... first.  But I ain’t buying any of it.”

            “You see the well cap.”

            “No.”

            “So... what’s that painter fella in THAT picture case?”

            “Diorama”.

            “Yep.  That one.  You know:  That’s what it DOES look like there.  There now.  I can remember the DEER time (diorama plate six) but it’s all come back now.  Hardwoods just like they say.”

            “Yeah but you can still see the wall head stone pile.  See; right there.  And that’s what THAT DOES look like too.  But you just go right by it.  On the ATV.”

            “No.  We stop up there; at the crest.  We stop.  Gets thick down below.  Can’t even go off trail anymore.  I can remember.  Used to be all wide open.  Jesus it come back fast don’t it.  I ain’t even dead yet and they’ll cut it again.”

            When I rid my... antiquarian world view... of old Mainerly woods wandering rock hunting, abandoned attic seeking, old bottle dump raking, metal detector-upon-ATV-lashed ‘treasure hunting’ and general “SEEN ONE ON THE INTERNETS for XXX dollars” “antiques dealer-I-AM”....:  Don’t worry, he ain’t going far... and never has. 

            When I... rid... I, alone, returned my eye to the SEVENTH diorama ...that is beyond the sixth diorama and, therefore, beyond my original ‘first five’ ‘relevant’ dioramas of ...what should I call it...:  The “Half Drill Hole” of old ‘cut stone’ on ...old New England property?

            “YEP”, “SNAP”, “WHIP” (of a sprightly hardwood sprig branch in the FACE of a helmet-less ATV rider) is fine for I NOTICING “Mr. Plain Air” (plein air) painting RIGHT THERE in the diorama... with this right there being the SAME right there as the first diorama.  Mr. Plain Air stands... at... the ‘exposed ledge’ ‘outcropping’ that... well... ‘started us off’ within the study of these ...now seven... dioramas; the FIRST diorama.  A full circle?  Here we end up?  Especially I say for diorama number seven’s ‘in sequel’ is that I, right here again note, the colonial stone wall head... is still there TOO... “SEE”.  And dumbing this seventh diorama to BE THE end ALL of these dioramas that I’ll write about... is that ...on the next page from this number seven diorama is... “page nineteen”; an already expostulated upon singular and ‘turning point’ page in the diorama book that ...sends the lengthy ‘rest of the book’ off into forest management consideration dioramas (Part Seventeen).  I, in the earlier ‘herbed olive oil prose’ application upon that highlighted page nineteen transition ...defined that as a simplistic “aesthetic” or “obtain more wood” dividing of ‘old New England property’... a fork in the road that the diorama book ...goes whole hog off onto the ‘obtain more wood’...fork.

            This leaves Mr. Plain Air ...painterly painting... to be a, well... cute... touch... or possibly a pointing out as... commercial wood lot usage... buffoonery (?).  IT DON’T MATTER... for... I do feel that Mr. Plain Air is actually included because... at the 1936 time slot OF the creation of the dioramas... Mr. Plain Air IS what “aesthetic” and “recreational” forest use “was”... “then”.

            TODAY I don’t get to prop up an easel and dab paint until it’s a PICTURE.  NO these days I get out there and some... bunker buster sends me an E-MAIL from PayPal or demanding audience or wants to SMART PHONE me by texted photograph of a

            WELL CAP STONE or a... Washington crossing the Delaware ‘oil on canvas’.(?).

            “TURN IT OFF” but the WIFE SAYS

            “Don’t turn it off I MIGHT NEED TO CALL YOU.”

            Just like the way it used to be... when I first visited the Harris Place cellar holes.

            Just like Herbert ‘used to be’ when he’d STOP filling his barrels of truck from the “farm abandonment” Harris Place attic SIXTY years ago and “CALLED” on his “CELL” from that ATTIC to “SEE IF I SHOULD TAKE THAT DO YOU WANT IT I SENT A PHOTOGRAPH OF IT?”.

            Maybe ...we all should

            Reboot

            The whole ‘being thinking’ of this “Trimming Grass and Weed Around Old New England Property (Antique) Granite Landscape Fixtures”?

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*B :  Seeking real?  Go there and buy yours off the floor... paying in cash... (and doing so dressed, physically appearing and... smelling... like you do only that with ALL your affairs – come in and pay cash)  Then wear “it” (“my Johnson”) for the next forty years ignoring and replacing the ‘suggest dry clean’ with a ‘never washed it’.  Mine?  Two gray h-bone tweed CPO shirts; identical with decade-apart-age at least, one missing a pocket button and both having pocket flap ‘curl’.  I bought the second one when I was “through there” one day because the first one ‘worked out so good’ that I ‘figured’ (“being thinking”) that I’d ‘better’ ‘if they still got it’ because ‘they’ll stop making it’ and ...I bet they have (?).  Bet they had THEN and the one I got was just a leftover ‘on the floor’.