This is a heat-seeking missile of a policy aimed at Gen-X and elder millennial women.
Iâm hazy on the qualifications for sainthoodâI know thereâs a set of criteria but canât remember if itâs a set number or whatâbut that has to count toward one, for sure. Possibly three.
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Totally! Repurpose those thingsâfirewood, art projects, parts. I havenât been piano shopping (because I paid $$$ to movers & have a tolerance for strange harmonics & creaks, and no one is trying to play/sing along) but my understanding is that the new instrument-quality-to-price ratio is excellent.
A rare exception to this is if you have inheritedâAND STILL ENJOYâthe well-maintained 1880s piano handed down for generations. The moving cost and hassle is painfully real, and it is increasingly difficult to find anyone legitimate who will even attempt to tune it (to itself, not concert pitch).
Iâve certainly not seen anything here in Michigan to justify a freak out on our local airwaves by dudes in various uniform. Oh gosh Iâm (literally) just learning Jill Democrat denied farm aid to white farmers and outlawed gas powered cars! Sheâs TOO LIBERAL.
Either Jill Democrat sold us out to China or she put a stop to that, and/but the flood of immigrants through the southern border that she single-handedly opened while helping to pass the toughest border protections ever means that sheâs TOO DANGEROUS.
My first project, a âmiracle cube,â was the only one to ever explode (up until then) and I thought I was going to be a real life version of that character in Breakfast Club. But I excelled at âwind screwsâ & a cutting board. And the spot welds on my toolbox didnât fall apart until I brought it home.