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50's. Porcelain, not paint. Apparently, there are two electrical outlets behind the shelf. One is for a coffee pot.

This is actually a channel about these stoves and I think it's the same channel that has shorts about other '50's appliances. I remember subscribing.

I like appliances. Always have. This stove would be wasted on me. Maybe Steve, Mik, wtg, or others could make good use of it.

Using the devil on one shoulder, angel on the other trope, the devil is whispering "buy it"-- "it will hold it's value and then some if the currency collapses."

I still can't do it based on the "needs first, wants will follow" advice I'm following, and based on the values of being practical and conservative.

I'm going to need to get my bearings in the financial management of the responsibilities that will mine.

Sigh.

I love it.

I wish I could have it.

I'm probably going to have injection treatment for at least one knee. They've both been painful for many years and the left one is especially bad.

It's the fact there's something wrong with my hip that worries me most. My right side starting chronically hurting about two years ago.

There's no question in my mind now that something's wrong. I won't know more until imaging but my skeleton is not in alignment.

I'd definitely rather attack these issues with intensive physical therapy.

It's not news this kind of medical process takes time.

I brought up my knee pain with my PCP and he declined to give me a referral for even an X-ray.

He was acting on automatic pilot. That was clear.

I could have and could force the issue. But, then, I haven't presented the hip issue. His response in denying me a knee X-ray was absurd, and I have to choose my battles.

Frankly, I'm keeping part of my inheritance after buying a home and car and putting part of it in my Trust.

I'm going to ask my trustee, SIL, friend to use her Power of Attorney to pay to have the hip situation evaluated and to make it possible to start physical therapy.

I don't mean to sound like a brat but I don't have time to waste on this one.

I kid. It's not mine.

The chances of me being able to afford it (if ever) before someone else buys it are practically non-existent.

I love Faberge (many people do); I love chrysoprase, and can tell you anything with a bird motif in the world of jewelry is money in the bank.

This is a steal, imo. I remember pristine Faberge cane handles for sale at Rau in New Orleans about thirty years ago selling for 10k. My guess is they'd be between 50k to 100k now.

Somebody will be lucky to own this piece especially at this price.

https://www.1stdibs.com/jewelry/necklaces/pendant-necklaces/russian-imperial-gilt-silver-egg-chrysoprase-pendant-workmaster-henrik-wigstrom/id-j_28644042/

"We present a fabulous egg pendant in the form of a miniature gilt silver chick, charming and detailed, and a gorgeous droplet of pure natural chrysoprase, a sandy sea green color that's translucent, allowing light to move through it, giving life and character in its depths. The chick is made of 88 silver, and its eyes are encrusted with natural rubies. It is truly an enchanting piece of jewelry.

This is not just any Russian silver jewelry item. It's a rare and highly sought-after collectible, the Russian Imperial Silver-Gilt Egg Chick Pendant with two natural rubies and chrysoprase stone (which was very popular for making Faberge jewelry).

Its original fitted silver gilt bale hanging ring bears the initials “H.W.” - The workmaster’s initials are Henrik Wigström, Greek letter "α" (St. Petersburg Assay Office), the woman's head in a kokoshnik looking to the right, Imperial Standard mark '88' for silver.

Henrik Immanuel Wigström (2 October 1862 – 14 March 1923), a Finnish silver and goldsmith, was one of the most important Fabergé workmasters, alongside Michael Perkhin. Perkhin served as Fabergé’s head workmaster from 1886 until his passing in 1903, after which Wigström succeeded him. Together, they were responsible for creating nearly all Imperial Easter eggs.

The egg is in excellent antique condition with the gilding on the silver still intact, which is surprising given its venerable age; apparently, this item was carefully stored.
It weighs 8.8 grams and measures 29 x 22.5 mm.

Charming and unique, this piece would make a beautiful Easter gift in the tradition of Imperial Russia, as well as a refined present for any celebration — or simply a treasured addition to one’s collection.

Please note: Authentic works of Karl Fabergé, the Fabergé workshops and masters, as well as other objects produced during the Imperial Russian period of the late 19th and early 20th centuries, were not originally issued with certificates of authenticity.

Attribution and authenticity are determined through careful examination of original maker’s marks and assay marks, materials, craftsmanship, construction techniques, and comparison with documented examples published in recognized scholarly references and archival sources."

@wtg Would you please tell us for people who aren't that familiar with Chicago (like myself) about the Old Town neighborhood?

Isn't it curious in general that listings include disclaimers that say certain images might be AI?

Why even do that? The potential buyer is going to see the place.

Urg. This reminds me of memory, not a pleasant one, I'm afraid.

RM was partying with a friend in a remote location on Maui north of Lahaina.

He fell off a 7' bridge and snapped both bones in two of his right leg below the knee.

So he makes it to where we were staying by managing to get in the car and drive it there.

He told me he broke leg and I had to drive him to the hospital. So I did...

They did emergency surgery putting the leg back together with a titanium rod and screws.

I had to care for him because he was on unemployment at the time and had no insurance.

I read a letter the hospital gave him telling him he need immediate transport to a "licenced nursing care facility."

This happened in the first couple years we lived there and had a terrible effect on him. I won't lie. It put a lot on me too.

Then his various insurance companies refused to pay for a knee replacement using the excuse that he was "too young" (his age was irrelevant to the medical need). His doctors told him he could "get a desk job."

His career involved standing all day.

He finally had a knee replacement after we moved back to Florida.

Sometimes "the medical system" is egregiously inadequate.

I wish I were one of them.

I had the flu about a month ago. It's a different experience each time. I'm sure you all know that but this time for me-- my lungs were infected.

Even after the initial healing, the lung symptoms lingered for about two weeks. I couldn't breathe without fluid (?) getting in the way. My lungs would make a disconcerting sound every time I breathed in or out.

I looked up bronchitis and pneumonia to try to figure it out.

Then it stopped. Thank God.

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This.

Thanks for asking. ;

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You're welcome.

I'm trying to stay away from political topics but this would be a fitting quote for him to engrave on his tombstone.

Tang. It's not just for astronauts.

Looks amazing.

Off topic but I was thinking about Charles III's famous garden at Highgrove (Georgian FTW) of course now owned by William with the ironic and strange twist that on the King's Duchy there exists a revenue producing toxic waste dump with a neighborhood next door who have tried and tried and failed to have the environmental situation remedied while their health deteriorates.

I guess the scandal now is that he isn't seen to be the Defender of the Church and William doesn't seem all that interested in the role.

I'd like to have a garden but don't think it's in the cards.

I didn't, actually.

"Can you afford it?"

Well if I could, I'd be living there. On second thought, the library is perfect. The main thing I don't like is the kitchen island. I'd make it minimalist, change it to stone, make it parallel to the wall with the stove, get rid of the bar stools, and then put a rectangular table parallel to the island.

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Wow!

One large enclosed square with clock tower over entrance. Privacy x 100.

I'd remodel the kitchen and quest bedrooms. create a different library, create a study, an office, a dedicated music listening room, a music room, and an art gallery, etc. It's a little bland.

But what a fine house.

Interesting.

My brother has stage 4 bone cancer. My brother and I weren't in touch with each other. My father never told me. Looking back, it must have been diagnosed after my sister died.

My sister-in-law (separated 14 years, couldn't accomplish a legal divorce by the time COVID hit by the time couldn't divorce her child's father because he needed health insurance, he just received Medicare, and they are finally getting a divorce...) told me people with his type of cancer usually die of co-morbidities like infections

I didn't tell her this but I think she hasn't interpreted his heath situation exactly right. My brother refuses to talk about the details other than he did have a 5 day chemotherapy treatment during a 7 day NY hospital visit so I don't know them.

I know by definition the cancer has spread to distant organs.

Of course he could die with co-morbidities but the proximate cause of death will be cancer sadly.

I love my brother even if he wasn't always good to my sister and me.

He had a serious accident and traumatic brain injury including a 6 month coma when he was 16 or I think he would have been more sensitive and caring to his loved ones.

I'm really hoping for him that he can and will improve his quality of life with his share of our inheritance. I want for him what I want for myself. No different.

Is there a synopsis? :leaving:

Customer: "I want a refund please, HAL."

HAL: "I'm sorry. I can't do that."

Yes, I'm ok. I'm walking a little every day and the pain is becoming less. I'm treating the wounds over and over so I don't get an infection. It's impossible to tell if the pain will go away completely. I have "aches and pains" from many times it didn't. I doubt I did any permanent damage. The real problem is there's something wrong with my right hip. I'm really lucky I didn't seriously injure myself. It was a close call. Thanks for asking, SK!

It had me at Hello. Wow!