The dumb asses that did the packing totally spread all my kitchen aid attachments everywhere, including the meat grinder (250 bucks). I even put the big kitchen aid box right beside the mixer in the kitchen, all ready for the mixer and all the attachments, which were already in the box. The assholes took out the attachments, emptied the box completely and packed it with OTHER STUFF!! The kitchen aid stuff got spread out all over in other boxes. And to this day I have not come across those attachments. And I haven't found my big five ply stainless steel frying pan either.
Another thing I can't find and unfortunately I can't remember the last time I saw them, is my Wedgwood dishes. I have a setting for six, complete with serving dishes and coffee pot and tea pot. They are beautiful and they are gone. I have a horrible feeling they disappeared in the fire and I am just now thinking of them.
But....if there is anything I have learned to do over my lifetime, is to get over the loss of stuff. I was down at Kathy's for dinner last night. Many many years ago Bill and I bought Dorothy, when she was tiny, a wee child's oak rocking chair. They have brought it out for Ainsley. We had one too but ours is long gone. We left it in Bamfield when we moved.
It got me to thinking about all the stuff over the years that I could have hung on to and now, in these later years, they would have meaningful use again. Its made me stop and rethink my hundred day purge. Nope!!! I am NOT going to hang on to stuff...no matter how much I might use it later. I don't have much of a later left anyway at the age I am. So out it all goes. I have warned the kids to keep an eye on this blog and if they see something they want, let me know! I will hang on to it for one week!!! Secretly I just want to be Steve Jobs.
Awful thing happened about an hour ago. I was standing in the living room waiting for my coffee to brew. I was blankly staring out the window across the street at the houses in the cul de sac right there. They all have steep hilly driveways. A guy came out of his garage pulling a wagon with two little kids in it. He handed the handle to the kid sitting in front and went back into the garage. Well, that kid started to jump forward and back to make the wagon go. It was like watching a horror scene slowly unfold.
The wagon inched forward off the flat part and the front wheels went over the edge of the driveway and off they went!!! I couldn't believe what I was seeing. They went screaming down the driveway, which is quite long and STEEP and the dad came flying out of the garage and tore after them. But they picked up too much steam to be caught. They flew down the driveway, into the cul de sac, across it and into the main road, across the road and BAM!!!! They smashed right into a van parked next door to me. It was a rotor rooter van.
Those little guys flew into the air, smashed against the van and landed on the road. There was like three full seconds of silence and stillness, then all hell broke loose. They were screaming and bleeding and hurt and terrified....all at once. That poor dad! Then suddenly Mom arrived on the scene...crying and screaming and picking them up and checking them and then abruptly whippped around and absolutely ripped an extremely loud vicious strip off dad. Kids were okay thank God but I don't think dad is going to be!
So today I am getting rid of two things. One is small and insignificant the other not so much. Sometimes its hard TTYL
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| WHEN BILL WAS IN THE RCMP A MILLION YEARS AGO, HE WAS STATIONED WAY WAY UP NORTH IN THE NWT. HE ACQUIRED THESE FURS. THEY TOTALLY CREEP ME OUT AND NOW THAT HE IS NO LONGER HERE, I FEEL I CAN DISPOSE OF THEM. AND I AM NOT TAKING THEM TO THE THRIFT STORE. |
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| GLASS FRAMES I WILL NEVER USE |
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