It appears that the word of the day is feckless (lacking initiative or strength of character; irresponsible). Two completely unrelated articles in the ‘Outlook’ section of the Sunday Washington Post contained that word. Do you ever notice such, for lack of a better word, patterns?
I’ve been whinging and whining about clearing out items I don’t use ahead of the kitchen reno. Everyone had input as to how I could dispose of these things, most suggestions not viable – no, I cannot leave boxes of goods anywhere in my apartment complex. We do have, tucked away, out of sight, under a counter, a bookcase where folks can leave/take books and magazines. This is an authorized drop off spot and even that gets cleaned out periodically by the maintenance staff and the items get dumped. Therefore – all the glass items were bagged and put in the trash room in the glass recycling bin. The ceramic items, not qualifying as glass, were summarily thrown down the trash chute.
But here is a fun thing – we were taking a small, beat-up table down to the garage, where there is a dumpster for larger items, and a couple got on the service elevator, on their way to the garage and the wife said “Ooh, does that table open?” We said, indeed it does and showed her. She got that glint in her eye, her husband said “No!”. We said “If you want it, it’s yours, we’re on our way to dump it.” So you know what happened to that table, right? LOL What this building needs is a monthly or bi-monthly “yard’ sale event. Or jumble sale/exchange. Yes, yes I could suggest it but like everything else I’ve suggested it will get poo-pooed. This is a solid middle class condo in a solid middle class neighborhood, there is nothing high-end and exclusive about it, and yet – they act as if they are living in Buckingham Palace or something. I appreciate the security elements but geeze, if I posted an item on Craig’s List and a few people came by, management would be all over my ass in the blink of an eye.
One of the glass items I dumped was a heavy, clear glass cat tchotchke that had a little red fish in it’s ‘stomach’. Someone gave it to me as a gift because, you know, I have cats and therefore I’d just adore any and all ‘cat’ things – aka – cat crap, and not the litter box kind. One of the great things about moving as much as we have is that missing items can always be blamed on the movers. ‘Oh those little cat figurines you gave me? They broke when we moved.” Yeah, I’m a bad person.
I grant you that I have given folks ‘themed’ gifts. I hope I’ve not overdone it. But the only theme folks associate me with is cats. And in the old days – witches. No one seems to know me well enough to know I hate all that thoughtless crap. And it is thoughtless because if you know me then you know I don’t collect ‘stuff’, and I hate cat crap, and witch crap, and dragon crap – tho no one has picked up on that one yet. Or angel crap, again no one ever picked up on that.
Okay – revelation here. Sharla and Lin have birthdays coming up this month, I was planning on making them cards, no gifts this year because I just haven’t come across anything appropriate, I was going to make ‘themed’ cards – cats and turtles. Not gonna do it now. I’m going to try and be more thoughtful and creative. Wish me luck with this one!
Kitchen reno is at a standstill until I can find a countertop color I like. I had picked out a backsplash and it turns out that getting a complimentary countertop is not a happening thing. So now I have changed out the backsplash, which was easy to do because it comes in several colors, and I wait while the granite supplier buzzes around trying to find something I can live with.
And BTW – Ann, because of you I went over my backsplash budget.