For Better or For Worse by Lynn Johnston for August 13, 2017

so much for sentimental value if you ask me

“Greed, for the lack of a better word, is good. Greed is right, greed works. Greed clarifies, cuts through, and captures the essence of the evolutionary spirit. Greed, in all of its forms; greed for life, for money, for love, knowledge has marked the upward surge of mankind.”

Looks like the American way of money is the key to end their sentimentality. Brilliant!

“Greed is Good” is the Libertarian-Republican creed. The Greed Creed. Welcome to American values.

Mr Woggo will be worth $250 in 20 years

Every once in a while my daughters will go through their old stuff & donate some things to our church’s nursery, if it’s in good condition. They love seeing the littles playing with their old toys. This week they went through old cups with lids & straws (a step above sippy cups) to donate to a family in our church who fosters children.

Elizabeth’s usual yellow hair color is now not yellow, curtsey of today’s colorist.

EVERYTHING has a price!

If the kids don’t play with the toys any more, then give them away so other kids can play with them. Forget this re-sell stuff! Donate. I am on the side to ask the kids who own the toys (yes, own. they were given to them as gifts) if they want to donate. Yes, donate, not sell.

Lynn’s Notes:

I have had yard sales. I have helped with yard sales. I now know they are far more trouble than they are worth. Still, the fun factor makes them a good idea anyway. One year, I joined the “5-Mile yard sale”; an event, that happened every three years or so on the 5-mile stretch of Macpherson Drive in Corbeil, Ontario. The word would go out and everyone on this country road would bring their stuff to the end of their driveway. This made for a great 5-mile walk as we perused each other’s cast-off clothing, kitchen gadgets, car parts, and other effluvia. I had my own pile of junk to sell, and found myself rooted to my post. When I told my kids they could keep what they earned by selling their unwanted toys, they volunteered to take over while I bumbled off down the road in search of treasure.

I came home with a purse. When my husband saw the purse he laughed. He said all we were doing that day was exchanging junk! This was true. I told him that on my hike down the road, I had seen an old blue tractor for sale. He lit up. A few minutes later, he came back on the tractor as happy as a clam. I asked what he was going to do with a tractor. We had property, but weren’t farming or mowing it. He didn’t know. The thing is…he had always wanted to own a tractor. The moral of this story is: if your husband buys a tractor (that he doesn’t need) at a yard sale, you are free to buy whatever you darn well please from then on. A short while later, I came home with a puppy. Game on!

I literally LOL’d at this. I understand the man wanting a tractor thing. . . my husband is the same way. And I love puppies.

Lynn acted like my parents when I went away to the Air Force and marriage. They did away with my train set and my collection of ‘John Deere’ implements saying: ‘WE gave them to you so we could do what WE wanted with them!’ They didn’t have an answer when I pointed out that my Aunt GAVE ME the ‘John Deere’ implements and then asked: ’Don’t you think you may at some date and time have grandchildren?’