Can it be recycled?
The enormity of 2,000 feet of worthless oodge recycled one car load at a time in an old car that's one gasp from cash for clunkers, by one person limited with arthritis and physically bankrupted from home healthcare in a relationship filled with unresolved oodge is not my idea of social responsibility to save a planet for the more enlightened. My hope for Sandy is that being left financially bereft is not requiring a move as well. One can only hope the hoarding meant something of value was saved. The nightmare is knowing if there is anything of value it will require sifting through each box, sack, pile and crumble of history his partner accumulated. Peter’s sister was the worst hoarder I'd ever seen. We ordered a construction dumpster and had it removed twice. Anything with a family memory was catalogued and saved. Financial records were found and filed. Anything of value was gifted or donated and the dump fees and hours of work were beyond calculation. If I heard one more time, "I hope you didn't throw all that away. You know there are charities that take those items. I am sure there were items the family wanted. Most of that could have been recycled. I know you and you just threw it all away." Then the charities who cherry picked, took this but not that, told you to come back next Thursdaywith a car so full a shoe horn you could not have added a gnat's jacket to the load. I suppose the expectation was for us to come and unload the car and return with the vain hope we'd be judged worthy? Please, don't offer suggestions unless they come with a check, a truck to carry away a load, prepaid sessions with a grief counselor, a debt councilor or a good psychiatrist? Sandy edits a magazine for mid century collectables and respectful sensibilities for reusing and recycling. Lets all be a friend who listens, even if we don't always agree, sit helpful conjecture.
The enormity of 2,000 feet of worthless oodge recycled one car load at a time in an old car that's one gasp from cash for clunkers, by one person limited with arthritis and physically bankrupted from home healthcare in a relationship filled with unresolved oodge is not my idea of social responsibility to save a planet for the more enlightened. My hope for Sandy is that being left financially bereft is not requiring a move as well. One can only hope the hoarding meant something of value was saved. The nightmare is knowing if there is anything of value it will require sifting through each box, sack, pile and crumble of history his partner accumulated. Peter’s sister was the worst hoarder I'd ever seen. We ordered a construction dumpster and had it removed twice. Anything with a family memory was catalogued and saved. Financial records were found and filed. Anything of value was gifted or donated and the dump fees and hours of work were beyond calculation. If I heard one more time, "I hope you didn't throw all that away. You know there are charities that take those items. I am sure there were items the family wanted. Most of that could have been recycled. I know you and you just threw it all away." Then the charities who cherry picked, took this but not that, told you to come back next Thursdaywith a car so full a shoe horn you could not have added a gnat's jacket to the load. I suppose the expectation was for us to come and unload the car and return with the vain hope we'd be judged worthy? Please, don't offer suggestions unless they come with a check, a truck to carry away a load, prepaid sessions with a grief counselor, a debt councilor or a good psychiatrist? Sandy edits a magazine for mid century collectables and respectful sensibilities for reusing and recycling. Lets all be a friend who listens, even if we don't always agree, sit helpful conjecture.
