Trash talk
There are three children’s car booster seats sitting out by the curb waiting for the trash guy to come.
They are Century booster seats in perfect condition. Someone could use them, but I have no idea who.
I keep wanting to go outside and rescue them. Drag them inside and try to sell them or donate them or do SOMETHING other than just throw them away.
But the truth is I don’t know WHAT to do. My husband is tired of waiting for me to come up with a plan. He wants the obsolete booster seats out of the garage.
The booster seats are just the beginning. There’s the curio shelf that hung for a time in our house in the U.S., was taken down when we rearranged things, moved to Belgium, and then left languishing in the storage room. It's time to get rid of it.
There’s an old computer, monitor, and printer up in the attic that we don’t use but haven’t managed to give away. I think there are still files on the hard drive that I want to save but haven't sorted through.
My kids took piano lessons for three years and then abandoned them and never once looked back. What to do with our electronic piano/keyboard, case, and stand?
And what about the extra TV we inherited from E’s mom? Works fine, but like the computer and electric piano/keyboard, it has an American plug. What to do with that?
Then there’s the three boxes of cassette tapes that helped us survive many a car trip with the kiddos. Children's tapes. Classical music. Jazz. Christmas songs. Does anyone listen to cassette tapes anymore? Can I part with my favorites?
I have BBC recordings of classic books on tape. Can I really trash Winnie the Pooh read by Alan Bennett? The All-of-a-Kind family series? Understood Betsy? The original Dr. Doolittle? The Wind Boy? Three Tales of My Father’s Dragon?
And yes, I have two boxes of VHS children’s tapes that I'm ready to part with.
In the U.S., I had so many outlets for shedding belongings. The church and the school both had annual garage sales. There was a thrift shop just down the road that accepted donations. I consigned our better quality clothes to a shop downtown and sold items through the free classified ads in the local paper, generating a few hundred dollars a year. I passed toys and clothes onto family members and friends. I donated books to the library sale.
Here it’s so much harder. Sure there are organizations that take items but with the language barrier, contacting someone and coordinating for drop off or pick up is a bit daunting. I don't know who to support or who to trust. Plus, when I see an address or postal code for an organization, I have no idea how close it is to my home, whether we can get there without going crazy, or even how we can transport all the stuff that won’t fit into the car easily.
I need to just deal with it and quit waffling, get rid of my piles and my indecision or drag it all out to the curb and hope somehow, some way, it gets recycled.
April 16, 2007
Copyright Veronica McCabe Deschambault and V-Grrrl in the Middle. All rights reserved.
Reader Comments (10)
Meanwhile I'll ask Gert about where old stuff goes and he can even be your go-between guy.
We bought Shannon's American computer and have an adaptor/transformer thingie ... hmmmm, if Gert doesn't know, them I'm thinking the integration people might know some immigrants/political refugee types interested in appliances that only require transformer things.
Ignore me if it's all in hand :)
How much would it cost to mail the "pinanno" (as lil'g calls it) to California? Probably more than one would cost to buy here, huh?
EBAY. Do it. You will make money.
:)
Ultimately, this post isn't about the practicalities, is it? It is about letting go, and know when and where, I think.