I’m not starting that Thursday Thirteen thing this late in the game but I have so many lists in my head I’m going to leave one here and be done with it. Well, actually, after I leave it here I’m going to leave the stuff in the alley where I have become a regular on the route of Chicago’s finest garbage pickers. I’m fairly sure they put out a picker’s newsletter and we’ve been a featured item since moving in. They come by at very regular intervals (one every 15-20 minutes) and you know what? They drive better cars than I do. Huh.
Anyway, I did not need to pay 63 cents a pound to move the following items:
1. An extensive collection of baby teeth.
2. A taxidermied fox. He looked good at Wit’s End but somehow he just doesn’t work here. Rich asked me to either stop carrying him around under my arm, putting him down, picking him up and muttering or else close the blinds. (note: While I have had a certain interest in dead animals, they were collected over the years from dusty antique stores. I mean, I didn’t go out and get them from hunters or anything.)
3. The Nature of The Universe by Lucretius as translated by R.E. Latham in 1952.
"The fact that voices and other sounds can impinge on the senses is itself a proof of their corporeal nature. What happens is that, when atoms of voice in greater numbers than usual have begun to squeeze out through the narrow outlet, the doorway of the overcrowded mouth gets scraped. Undoubtedly, if voices and words have this power of causing pain they must consist of corporeal particles."
This 3rd c. treatise with a 50’s spin will undoubtedly be a big hit in the alley.
4. Eighteen-year old bay leaves.
5. 4 packs of razor blades for a Venus razor I no longer own. Conversely,
6. 3 Gillette Mach III razors with no blades.
7. 3 dozen very large clay flower pots.
8. Winnie the Pooh print curtains.
9. 29 years of appointment books. (The last 3 years I switched to a PDA.)
10. 4 snow shovels.
11. Love letters from a man I didn’t really love. I mean, yes, to keeping memorabilia from Rich, the ex and the friend who died, but just because somebody wrote flattering pulp about me doesn’t mean I need to cart it around from one life to the next.
12. A bag of ice. Really. We moved that. Put it in our new freezer.
13. Twenty years of Social Work magazine. At 63 cents a pound we spent 51.66 to move these. (For those of you on the metric system, that’s 37.20 kilos of outdated professional journals.)
Life moves on, yes? Babies grow up, interests and tastes change, sometimes love transforms itself. Right now, it’s time for that ice to melt.
The Bad News: Gas is 3.64 a gallon here in Chicago.
The Good News: Since I left Michigan on a full tank I haven’t had to buy gas. I walk or bicycle everywhere.