Lately I have been possessed by a rare desire to unclutter my surroundings. Years of accumulated things have contributed to our basement and garage looking disturbingly like those homes of people on “The Hoarders” reality show. (Don’t be judgie; we only have one cat.)
Yesterday, I was feeling particularly proud of myself for cleaning out the garage. My goal was to clear enough space so one of our cars could be parked within. As I was relating my trip to the dump with a carload of stuff, aunt Judy asked, "Where did you put Jen’s china?"
Me: Huh?
She: You know, the box of china that I told you about
Me: Were they blue?
She: Yes.
Me: I looked at them and thought those were the ones that were chipped and worthless.
She: No, I was saving them for Jen to look at.
Me: Oops
So the Good News is : I finally got the garage cleaned out
The Not-so-good news: The box of Limoge cups and dishes Judy was saving for our niece was being stored in the garage.
Unfortunately the (priceless) china has been inadvertently taken to the take-and-leave section of the Wellesley dump.
(Incidentally I also took back some items I had previously found at the dump for example, an old oil painting of a young woman sitting at a harpsichord, a man playing a lute, and a woman who is singing. A nice piece but no frame, probably worthless. Also, an obviously faux “gold” chalice in a nice wooden box engraved with the words “Holy Grail.”)
