take my stuff, please

My apologies to the Women In Need Society (WINS), a not for profit organization in Calgary that runs a number of thrift stores. My mea culpa is born of dozens of black plastic bags and laundry baskets filled with stuff dropped off because of my family’s recent move. There were piles – throw out, donate, and keep, and much second guessing. “Will anybody really want this? Put it in the “donate” and let them decide.” I’m sorry to the volunteers if we inspired eye rolling as you pulled out the stuff. I’m not sorry if you put a $1.00 price tag on the nick knack and then made a buck on the deal to support your good work. By the way, we may be moved in, but the unpacking continues, and donating will continue for a while. And I suspect, so will the eye rolling.

moving violation

Moving sucks. That could be the entire blog entry. We sold one house and bought another. I understand that is a privilege few can afford but moving is still a horrible experience. My realtor says moving is the third most stressful event behind divorce and death of a loved one. I agree. For one thing, there was all the stuff to dispose of. We had way too much, including possessions of my long-departed parents and grandparents. As well as filling two industrial garbage bins, we had antiques– two 60s TV sets, a non-working hi-fi and a piano. Nobody wants pianos. There was also a 1940s era gas stove buried in the back of the basement. It now sits in the garage of my new house. I didn’t have the heart to trash it. This move is done. I’d do it again, or I could just stick sharp spikes in my eyes.