Anyone who has has ever made a huge move knows that when you must decide whether or not something is valuable enough to pack, ship and then unpack... lots of things get moved into the not-so-important-anyMORE pile. Well, add to these filters the fact that we will be PAYING for said items to be moved (by weight) and most appliances will not convert with the power structure of another Country. Where I am going with this: well, we have given away about 50% of our belongings, sold some and will give away about 20% more. When I say, "Give away" I mean give to friends, and mostly... DONATED. It's is interesting really. The whole situation. I have reached a very strange place. NOthing is really that important. Nothing is worth the stress. If it is not smooth and easy... it's free and take it. Or sometimes the feeling is, "It is valuable and really nice, pay a few bucks... that is the right thing to do." And worst, is when someone has taken a valuable item on the honor system and I am forced to chase what is due. You see a lot about a person.
I have quick "funny" story... I am heading out yesterday to do some crazy chores that I have on this list I've been working on but, delayed as ALL three kids have been sick a week. My friend Kari has offered to watch the three while I run like a mad woman to get the list scratched. Heading out of Fallon to Reno, I realize the back of my "Swagger Wagon/ Mini Van" is full of five, big trash bags that are loaded with Dave's give-aways... Nice. So, I have to make a donation drop or else I wont have room. I figure I will swing by the local Thrift company (in Fallon they know me, as I have been taking endless van loads full of nice things) I recall has a hub in Fernley, which is right on my way. I pull into the facility and a super nice guy greets me and asks me to pull around back to their drop door. He helps me unload everything. At the last bag, a woman opens the door and yells at the guy, "What are you doing?". He easily responds the obvious, "I am helping her unload." To which she responds with an irritated scratchy voice, glaring at me, "We aren't open!!!!!" I respond, "What do you mean, you aren't open? You are not OPEN for donations?" She screams, "WE DONT OPEN TILL 9!!!" I look at my cell phone and it is 8:56am. Yep. 8:56am. Calmly I say, "Well then, I guess you can huck it all in that dumpster. Good-bye." Wow.
She must've formerlly worked for the DMV in Fallon ;)
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