"Thy element is Earth"
May. 29th, 2007 02:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kyburgGhad, I wish it was something sexy like air or water. Seriously.
Again, something - or things plural - have come to me, to be reborn in to new lives. This just keeps happening to me - I give up explaining it.
I speak of helping my BIL clean out his late mother's garage on Saturday. The one where Sis said she had never - in thirty years - seen the back wall of.
And some bright penny opened their yap (I think it was me) and suggested we try to put some of the items, if anything of value was unearthed, to the "we help you sell on eBay" group.
A pile grew. Four, actually. One, for me (that small list is strange in and of itself, and I'll get there with pictures soon), two, for BIL (natch), three, for eBay - and four - everything else.
Sis had already filled the dumpster by the time I got there - and they easily could have gotten one three times its size.
A set of Funk and Wagnall's, circa 1949 - had already hit the dumpster before I could save it. Complete set, mind. Nearly mint condition - never been used. Had been in storage for more that thirty years. NOT USED.
I went through box after box, treating contents with a bit more care methinks. But with something the other players didn't have.
Emotional detachment. Sure, I knew the players - just tuck this little fact away and it'll make more sense. This woman had five children, three of which pre-deceased her. (One stillborn, one suicide, one by diabetic complications.) Of the two surviving children, one married Sis (and is absolutely wonderful), the other has a drug problem and was living at home when she died. Got that? The house will be sold - and the brother who really could benefit from having it, can't take it over.
It's not going to end well, but that's not the point of this story.
We ended up getting a U-Haul truck Saturday to cart this stuff for eBay off. I just got back from there.
They didn't take it all, of course. So now - I have to find homes for what's left.
But some, yes - they did.
I know there are folks on my list - so speak up.
I have:
8-track tapes. Two boxes full. You want, I ship them all. No - I ain't going to inventory them. You want, you get - period.
In the same vein, I have a box of vinyl LPs. I'm going through them myself tonight. (Anyone want?)
There are two electric can openers, new in the box (old units, but not used).
A new VCR - in the box.
Locals, I have a ton of glassware you're welcome to ask me for. There are two ratherhideous UNIQUE end tables with marble tops - on top of elephants. They stand about 2 - 3' tall. Nice end tables for someone - somewhere.
I have books to find an estate person to handle. Some, I'll bookcross.
The idea of holding a yard sale crossed my mind - quickly - and left just as quickly as it came. I have no place to STORE this stuff.
And the truck has to go back today.
Yes, I may freecycle some stuff. Storing it is the problem.
But yet again - people have brought me things to find new lives for. To be remade - in some cases. Renewed.
And in the end? To get a peaceful passing from one life to the next - such as it is.
*ACHOO* In the end - it's all dirt. Yeah - the stuff is COVERED in it, too.
Again, something - or things plural - have come to me, to be reborn in to new lives. This just keeps happening to me - I give up explaining it.
I speak of helping my BIL clean out his late mother's garage on Saturday. The one where Sis said she had never - in thirty years - seen the back wall of.
And some bright penny opened their yap (I think it was me) and suggested we try to put some of the items, if anything of value was unearthed, to the "we help you sell on eBay" group.
A pile grew. Four, actually. One, for me (that small list is strange in and of itself, and I'll get there with pictures soon), two, for BIL (natch), three, for eBay - and four - everything else.
Sis had already filled the dumpster by the time I got there - and they easily could have gotten one three times its size.
A set of Funk and Wagnall's, circa 1949 - had already hit the dumpster before I could save it. Complete set, mind. Nearly mint condition - never been used. Had been in storage for more that thirty years. NOT USED.
I went through box after box, treating contents with a bit more care methinks. But with something the other players didn't have.
Emotional detachment. Sure, I knew the players - just tuck this little fact away and it'll make more sense. This woman had five children, three of which pre-deceased her. (One stillborn, one suicide, one by diabetic complications.) Of the two surviving children, one married Sis (and is absolutely wonderful), the other has a drug problem and was living at home when she died. Got that? The house will be sold - and the brother who really could benefit from having it, can't take it over.
It's not going to end well, but that's not the point of this story.
We ended up getting a U-Haul truck Saturday to cart this stuff for eBay off. I just got back from there.
They didn't take it all, of course. So now - I have to find homes for what's left.
But some, yes - they did.
I know there are folks on my list - so speak up.
I have:
8-track tapes. Two boxes full. You want, I ship them all. No - I ain't going to inventory them. You want, you get - period.
In the same vein, I have a box of vinyl LPs. I'm going through them myself tonight. (Anyone want?)
There are two electric can openers, new in the box (old units, but not used).
A new VCR - in the box.
Locals, I have a ton of glassware you're welcome to ask me for. There are two rather
I have books to find an estate person to handle. Some, I'll bookcross.
The idea of holding a yard sale crossed my mind - quickly - and left just as quickly as it came. I have no place to STORE this stuff.
And the truck has to go back today.
Yes, I may freecycle some stuff. Storing it is the problem.
But yet again - people have brought me things to find new lives for. To be remade - in some cases. Renewed.
And in the end? To get a peaceful passing from one life to the next - such as it is.
*ACHOO* In the end - it's all dirt. Yeah - the stuff is COVERED in it, too.
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Date: 2007-05-29 10:58 pm (UTC)If it isn't claimed already you can reach me at the_paulr [at] verizon [dot] net.
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Date: 2007-05-30 12:00 am (UTC)LPs - dunno. Depends on the LPs. Or at least the genre of the LPs.
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Date: 2007-05-30 04:32 am (UTC)The books? Hon, think romance novel of the month club - I think there was one vintage book, and I'm keeping it myself (it'll need some TLC to preserve it).