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I assembled a new TV cabinet (God, does anybody else remember when a TV was a piece of furniture in and of itself?). It's nice, made of a sturdier particle board, and with a much better class of petroleum-based wood veneer, than the old one.
I took the old one out to the curbside on Monday night, with a little sign that said, I WORK GREAT! GIVE ME A HOME. :)
This turned out to be a mistake. As the hours passed and no one made off with it, I felt worse and worse. The poor thing had served us for 15+ years, with never a complaint. It wasn't to blame for being too big, or fugly. It was not at fault for having no place anywhere in the rest of the house. And it was getting chilly out. My God, what kind of monster was I?
Tuesday was a holiday, and I moped around in the living room, drinking coffee and glancing out the front window. What if no one took it? What if someone took it just to blow it up with fireworks? Clearly I had no soul.
Then, at the crack of 1:00, I heard voices outside:
"You want that?"
"Yeah!"
"Okay. Put it in the back."
"Kay!"
"It was nice she put that sign on there."
A mom and small boy lifted it into their SUV's cargo hatch and drove off.
The first thing I thought was, How did she know I was a she? Then I remembered that the sign was written in violet ink. Also, the little smiley face.
The second thing I thought was, Yay! And I felt better, and got dressed, and went out for the day. It was a lovely day.
And that's why I'm having problems getting rid of Mom's china.
I took the old one out to the curbside on Monday night, with a little sign that said, I WORK GREAT! GIVE ME A HOME. :)
This turned out to be a mistake. As the hours passed and no one made off with it, I felt worse and worse. The poor thing had served us for 15+ years, with never a complaint. It wasn't to blame for being too big, or fugly. It was not at fault for having no place anywhere in the rest of the house. And it was getting chilly out. My God, what kind of monster was I?
Tuesday was a holiday, and I moped around in the living room, drinking coffee and glancing out the front window. What if no one took it? What if someone took it just to blow it up with fireworks? Clearly I had no soul.
Then, at the crack of 1:00, I heard voices outside:
"You want that?"
"Yeah!"
"Okay. Put it in the back."
"Kay!"
"It was nice she put that sign on there."
A mom and small boy lifted it into their SUV's cargo hatch and drove off.
The first thing I thought was, How did she know I was a she? Then I remembered that the sign was written in violet ink. Also, the little smiley face.
The second thing I thought was, Yay! And I felt better, and got dressed, and went out for the day. It was a lovely day.
And that's why I'm having problems getting rid of Mom's china.
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Now that we've moved into our Smaller Than We Thought new apartment, we realize that we have to get rid of even more crap than we did already, especially if we want to buy a small futon or sofabed so we can enjoy the tv together and host the kid occasionally (no bedroom for her).
Not to mention that harpsichord my husband wants....
You have my sympathies regarding your mom's china.
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