Cornering a market......

    Industrialists corner a market when it will economically benefit them.  If aluminum producers sense a rise in aluminum prices, they will buy up as much as they can to ensure they have a workable, economical supply to meet their demand.
     I too have cornered a market or two:  Scraps of paper that don't seem to have any value except for scribbling notes near the telephone.   Notebooks, partially used but still containing paper.  File folders.
Dividers.
     I swear, I am borderline hoarder!!  I have a 4 inch stack of spiral notebooks with paper in them....some have a lot of paper, some have a little.  At the start of the school year I bought notebooks because they were on sale....these are not included in the pile.  Pne of the pads is a legal pad with numbered lines.....made in 1995!!  Cripes, it can vote if it was human!!
     And folders....some in good repair, some used once or twice.  A stroll down life's lane:  house ideas; life list; bucket list; home ideas; places to go before I die from being buried under unwanted/unused stacks of paper.
     I have folders for: VCCT, Exit 99, BRAT, St. Paul's, park district, evaluations....and one that has some notes in French from when Emily was in high school.
     I should just toss them......or more accurately, recyle them.  But I can't.
    They still have life.  They still have a use.  They still have a contribution to make to society.  I am talking notebooks, right?
     Which is more than I can say for for the scraps of paper.  Note cards.  Recipe cards.  Envelopes of various sizes.  Some yellowed with age, some reflecting a time and society which sent notes though the postal service, not through space.  Those went into the recycling bucket.  Except for the ones on pads....they went by the telephone for making notes.
     I  know someday I will die.  Not to be morbid, but that seems to be the one constant in life. Along with government taxes, Chicago Cubs futility on the diamond, and corruption in Illinois government.
I have visions of my funeral....complete with music.  I'll just say it will be Amazing, Grace.
     I don't want to leave Jackie a pile of stuff she will have to deal with.
    And I sure don't want the kids to open a box and say, "WTF" (That does mean, Wow, that's funny...for those with sick minds.  Doesn't it?)
     So I'm going to make a list of things to sell on e-bay.  I am putting Jackie in charge of monitoring sales and income.
     I think I can find a notebook or two for that.