August 23rd, 2006



I gave away a literature sorter today. I had used it to store various items for the foundation and the chorale and my other office stuff. But I am not going to take it with me when I move into my new place. Fresh start.

The person who took it came by today with her husband and children. They live in California Valley, and were in a car that was already stuffed. I talked to them briefly, found out that she is going to use the literature sorter for scrapbooking supplies. "Perfect," I said. Her husband said that she has a whole trailer on their property full of scrapbooking supplies, so full nobody can get in it.

I thought about that later, as I eyed a drawer full of candle-making supplies that is sitting in my living room.

I am not going to become Martha Stewart or one of those homey people on HGTV, making little crafts. I got to thinking about all that scrapbook stuff. Where do the scrapbooks go when you are done with them? How many can you make? And yes, I could make candles and give them away but...oh lord, save me from such temptations ever again. Those supplies are going away. I will probably offer them on freecycle. I suspect there are a lot of candle makers out there.

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Again I am  feeling oh so lucky. It's true that Elaine and Ed brought this on themselves but there really isn't a simple way to move to New York and have it all be tidy and easy.

They flew there for a few days and found a tiny apartment to rent. They have to fork over considerable cash to get in. There is no way they can say "oh, maybe you could hold it a month and not charge us?". They got it, they have to get into it. They have about a week.

A week to pack up their present home, give away what they aren't taking (considerable, needless to say), paint the walls back to the boring apartment white they were, and get out. I cannot imagine doing this so quickly myself. But they are young! Young and excited, eyes brimming with the sights, minds brimming with the possibilities.

Although I have wasted much of my life I can't really imagine being that young again.