March 2018 SOLC–Day 18
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If you’ve read some of my recent slices, you may have noticed that my husband is into a “clearing out” phase now that we’re empty nesters. I’m resisting. Just a little. Cleaning out the house can feel liberating (Yes, I know these are just things.) and can yield some interesting discoveries (ew!), but all these things he wants to trash/sell/giveaway come with memories attached. (See slices here, and here)
We live in a town that has a Recycling Barn. In addition to dropping off your plastics and papers, you can drop of re-useable items that you no longer need or want. There’s a sort of shop in the back corner with shelves and bins for books, games, clothes, knick knacks, sports and kitchen equipment, etc. We add our items to the collection regularly, and I’ve made some amazing finds there (my Melitta electric kettle, a brand new three-step folding ladder, unopened Himalayan salt shot glasses for a tequila-loving friend, fabulous amateur paintings, etc.). Visiting the Recycling Barn is one of my weekend chores and pleasures. You never know what you might find!
In recent weeks, Kurt (my husband) has taken over this duty. Yesterday, as I was organizing the recycling, I thought, “Maybe it’s a good thing that Kurt’s doing the recycling these days. That way I won’t be tempted to bring more stuff into the house. If I don’t see it, I can’t want it.” And off I went to tackle my list of errands.
I returned a couple of hours later, laden with grocery bags and assorted items. Kurt opened the door for me and I turned away from the family room and went straight into the kitchen to dump them unceremoniously on the floor. I headed out again for another load. Kurt dogged my steps.
“Did you see my score?” he asked.
“What? No. What score?” I asked him. He was grinning from ear to ear.
“It’s in the family room. Come see! I found the coolest chair at the Recycling Barn. It’s amazing!” His words tumbled over each other in his excitement.
I burst out laughing. “Are you kidding me? Aren’t you the one who’s trying to get rid of everything?”
“I know, I know,” he said, “but it’s great!”
Dumping the second load of bags in the kitchen, I followed him into the family room to check out “the score”. There, on the carpet in the middle of the room, was his find.
“Look!” he said. He sat in it and tilted it this way and that. “It’s really comfortable!”
He extolled its virtues–the color (“I love this color! I could have a whole room decorated in this color!”), the comfort, the craftsmanship! He was like a little kid with a new toy. So excited!
Then sitting in the chair, he turned to me a bit sheepishly, “I even knew when I got it that we had nowhere to put it. I just couldn’t resist it. It’s a great chair!”
It really is a great chair. Except we have nowhere to put it.