chickenshoot (chickenshoot) wrote,

Trash Day


Sometimes we end up with a lot of clothes given to us by neighbors or family, or just they've just accumulated over time because we kept them forever, even beyond ever fitting in them again. Aaron takes pride in owning t-shirts that he can date back 12 years to the day, and that would be great if he still wore them. 

A much cooler old T-shirt than the ones Aaron has had too long...

I think Aaron  keeps most unworn things out of a sense of nostalgia, but my small-time clothes hoarding stems mainly from my insane sorrow and sympathy for inanimate objects.  Aww, look, this 60's vest has been hanging on that very same hanger since 1986. How many of my apartment closets have you waited in, little green vest?  Have I kept you long enough now, Vest, that I am I responsible for you forever?  Will you feel betrayed when I drop you in a Goodwill bin?  Ugh.

Sonny & Cher wearing 60's vests much cooler than the one I'm talking about...

 My sister knows what I'm saying here, 'cause I remember her saying how tough it was to let baby food jars go as they emptied. After all, they are so little and cute, and they led an honorable life of delivering food to babies. We feel sorry for buckets and broken toys and the discarded confetti that comes out of fireworks...

If only my sister had known that baby food jars could be recycled into gifts...that will be thrown away by someone else...

I try to find homes for the extra clothes between family and donations to Goodwill, but my first effort is to put it the clothes out in front of my house overnight. I can put anything out there, broken, covered with bees, set on fire, whatever, and someone is likely to take it. 

Pictures of real trash are too gruesome, so here's Marjory the Trash-heap from Fraggle Rock.

It's a wonderful sense of recycling, to know someone has driven by and spotted something they really needed for free, but it's also a responsibility. Like the lamp I had once that caught fire. I knew that lamp would catch fire in the next person's house, so I had to unassemble it and hide it low in the garbage can to keep it from being taken. Or the lamp that just didn't work---I hated for someone to get it home and be disappointed to find it didn't work (altho that shouldn't be a surprise when you've found it on the curb), so I put a sign on it that said, "LAMP IS BROKEN."  At least the lamp has a shot of being fixed before going in the trash, as someone did take it, and perhaps it still has a functioning lamp life out there somewhere.

Sometimes a "Lamp Is Broken" sign shouldn't be necessary, but it is...

Worst example of curb-side donation regret:  When I first got my rabbits a million years ago, I inherited a tiny cage that I would use to transport them around in, but not KEEP them in. Eventually I didn't use it anymore and stored it under the deck outside where it eventually died of rust, warp, and yuckiness. One day i rediscovered it and put it out front as true garbage, but when I noticed it missing before the trash truck came, I realized I'd probably just unintentionally signed up someone's pet for a life in that thing. Please kill me...

This weekend we inherited a box of coats. I took out a couple, but the others need to be donated, so I decided to give someone a chance to take the coats for free first by putting them out front. Last night I folded them in a box, and I wrote COATS really big with a marker on the front. This morning I found the coats on the ground, but someone had taken the cardboard box they were in...Ok, so someone really needed a small cardboard box?  My donation system might be failing.

Here is a pile o' coats, but mine were folded neatly in an
apparently highly desirable cardboard box.

I find it ironic that I have an unofficial free clothes/stuff givaway before I resort to Goodwill or Salvation Army because when I was a kid I can remember shopping in one of those two stores and wondering whey the damn clothes weren't free.  Even with the low prices we could only afford to buy a couple things, so I wanted to know why they were charging us for stuff that was donated in the first place. [Btw, I understand how it works now.]  

Anyways, the free stuff could be in piles around someone's garbage back then, like my first pair of sunglasses, which had no lenses---can't get cooler than that. They were red, and I think a dog had chewed on them, and they hurt my nose, but by golly it just seemed really cool to wear glasses. 

[P.S. Got my wish, and my eyesight failed a couple years later.]

They looked like these, but without Mr. T's endorsement. Or lenses.

Also... I was a Campfire Girl once, and while my mom managed to locate the required white shirt, we couldn't get the frivolous red bandana. Well, maybe we could afford it, but I remember telling my mom we didn't need it, 'cause I didn't want the whole Campfire thing to be a money-sucking pain in the ass with the dues and all that. Ah, but I found a red scarf a few days later on the ground in the alley, and it was just what I needed; twas a sign, if you will, that I should be a Campfire Girl.  

I don't know these girls, but they are from my 70's Campfire Era.

Btw, my Campfire Girl adventures were short-lived. Boring. Well, except for the many versions I heard of the story about the Campfire Girls who were killed in a cabin once, which put a damper on any chance we'd ever really see the woods or an actual campfire.... Nope. We never did anything really, and I never joined any type of group again. 

If you are looking for some type of point here, I don't have one. As usual.


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