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[phosfate]

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.

Comments

[ginnytonnick.livejournal.com]

See, there was this whole era where the big furniture televisions died, and we placed the new ones that were just televisions on top of the old ones. It was like easing into the new tv, and like the cycle of life where the dead bird becomes the dirt for the worms to eat? The furniture televisions became the end tables for the new televisions.

And now I have an image in my head of the hulking televisions pulling themselves around a desolote landscape like dinosuars, pouncing on and eating the old car phones that were just house phones wired into the dash.

:/

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

!!! Is that where the "If you have a television sitting on top of another television..." thing comes from? Aha!

I like it when people make them into aquariums.

[viedma.livejournal.com]

I wish I knew how to do that, the tvs-aquariums-thing, but you know-- time, patience, etc. I still have a half-painted dollhouse sitting in here.

I felt that way about a desk I rescued when I first moved out here. (I gave it a personality and everything.) When we moved into the house I tried to make it work, but in the end it's happy holding up stuff in the basement.

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

I've seen instructions on the aquarium thing, but I can't remember where. That one DIY magazine aimed at 20somethings, I think. I'm so not helpful.

Mr Google says:
http://www.vafishfreek.com/TVhowto.html

I think that certain times of year are best for certain kinds of arts and crafts. I hate to sew if the temperature's over 50, especially sew plush. Painting when it's cold is sucky. I have a half-dozen half-sewn dolls, and they're not going anywhere until I can put the heat on and get me some new Law and Order episodes.

The best thing I ever rescued was a dictionary stand. It's in the basement, with the Unabridged Dictionary. Granted, the maps have an actual Iron Curtain on them, but the words are still good.