mysterious items
Aug. 27th, 2024 05:41 pmWhile cleaning out the shed this past weekend, I found a number of things that are no longer useful to our household. A lawn spreader, for instance. I used it once, to spread lime. Then I decided to leave the lawn to its own devices, and now I have thyme and clover and hawkweed and dandelion and plantain growing--along with various sorts of grasses--and contentedly watch the bees and butterflies all summer long.
Also two skateboards, a snowboard, a soccer ball, and a street hockey stick and puck. "We never used it for street hockey," the ninja girl reminisced, later. "It was always a weapon or a staff or something like that in the games we played."
I put these out on my front lawn with a sign saying "Mysterious items found in shed; help yourself" and went into the house to post them in the neighborhood facebook group. By the time I had done that and come back outside, the lawn spreader was already gone. Brilliant!
Some time later, in the evening, I came onto my porch to shuck some corn, heard voices out front, and lo and behold, there were four children out front, three girls--sisters--and a boy. The older two girls, maybe 11 and 9 years old, were each cradling a skateboard. The boy had the street hockey stick and puck. The youngest girl, maybe 6 or 7, was standing dejectedly in front of the snowboard and soccer ball.
"Oh hi!" said the oldest sister, when she saw me. "We can really take this stuff?"
"Yes, definitely," I said. "I appreciate it!"
"She's unhappy," said the middle sister, indicating the youngest one. "Because she wanted the street hockey stick, but Noah took it."
"I love street hockey!" said Noah fervently.
"Do you have another one in your shed?" asked the middle sister.
"I'm afraid not--that's all the stuff I have," I said. "I don't suppose she'd like a soccer ball? I guess probably everyone has a soccer ball, huh."
"Well. Not everyone," said the oldest sister.
"What if you share it?" said Middle to Youngest. And then, to Noah, "Next time you come, you could trade off with her." From which I gleaned that Noah is visiting.
Somehow they sorted things out to Noah and Youngest's satisfaction.
"Please take the soccer ball too!" I begged. "All this stuff was my kids'.** I'm not going to be playing soccer."
"What grade are your kids in?" asked Middle.
"Oh, they're all grown up." I said. Oldest and Middle nodded. Of course, of course. That explained everything!
Youngest generously deigned to take the soccer ball, which left only the snowboard. You can't really expect to move a snowboard in August! Today I took it to the take-and-leave hut at the town transfer station.
**Actually, one of the skateboards was mine, but I don't plan on skateboarding in the future.
Also two skateboards, a snowboard, a soccer ball, and a street hockey stick and puck. "We never used it for street hockey," the ninja girl reminisced, later. "It was always a weapon or a staff or something like that in the games we played."
I put these out on my front lawn with a sign saying "Mysterious items found in shed; help yourself" and went into the house to post them in the neighborhood facebook group. By the time I had done that and come back outside, the lawn spreader was already gone. Brilliant!
Some time later, in the evening, I came onto my porch to shuck some corn, heard voices out front, and lo and behold, there were four children out front, three girls--sisters--and a boy. The older two girls, maybe 11 and 9 years old, were each cradling a skateboard. The boy had the street hockey stick and puck. The youngest girl, maybe 6 or 7, was standing dejectedly in front of the snowboard and soccer ball.
"Oh hi!" said the oldest sister, when she saw me. "We can really take this stuff?"
"Yes, definitely," I said. "I appreciate it!"
"She's unhappy," said the middle sister, indicating the youngest one. "Because she wanted the street hockey stick, but Noah took it."
"I love street hockey!" said Noah fervently.
"Do you have another one in your shed?" asked the middle sister.
"I'm afraid not--that's all the stuff I have," I said. "I don't suppose she'd like a soccer ball? I guess probably everyone has a soccer ball, huh."
"Well. Not everyone," said the oldest sister.
"What if you share it?" said Middle to Youngest. And then, to Noah, "Next time you come, you could trade off with her." From which I gleaned that Noah is visiting.
Somehow they sorted things out to Noah and Youngest's satisfaction.
"Please take the soccer ball too!" I begged. "All this stuff was my kids'.** I'm not going to be playing soccer."
"What grade are your kids in?" asked Middle.
"Oh, they're all grown up." I said. Oldest and Middle nodded. Of course, of course. That explained everything!
Youngest generously deigned to take the soccer ball, which left only the snowboard. You can't really expect to move a snowboard in August! Today I took it to the take-and-leave hut at the town transfer station.
**Actually, one of the skateboards was mine, but I don't plan on skateboarding in the future.
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Date: 2024-08-28 01:35 pm (UTC)I feel like most of the time, if you're lucky enough to have takers for your items, you never see the person (like with the spreader--it was there and then gone). It was fun to get to see the kids who had claimed the stuff.
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Date: 2024-08-28 05:33 pm (UTC)The last time I moved, I put a lot stuff out front for people to take (including some 'gifts' long ago wished on me by since-departed relatives), and I think significant parts of the haul ended up with the young girls next door. (Yay! \🙂/ )
Linguistic/local custom trivium: around here, the usual way is to put small items in a cardboard box with the large word FREE written on it in marker. This is logically called a Free Box.
For larger items, a piece of paper with FREE written on it is generally taped to the item, but the word is also sometimes chalked directly onto the item.
I now live in a condo development, instead of a regular neighborhood, and there are owners association rules that I think forbid the practice here on site (sigh). But the general area is blessed with good options for keeping usable stuff out of the landfill, so I can't complain too much. It just isn't as convenient as being able to pop out the door with a box and place it near the curb.
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Date: 2024-08-28 05:40 pm (UTC)And that's annoying about the homeowners association--funny the things people are opposed to!--but excellent about reuse opportunities in your area generally.
They do use "free" on signs here too! There's one that frequently doesn't have anything being offered (or maybe whatever things they put out just get taken right away), and so it seems to be making a kind of profound existential statement:
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Date: 2024-08-29 07:52 pm (UTC)I have seen free boxes and surrounding areas that look really abandoned and neglected and junky to me. From some of the other rules where I live, I suspect that the local condo owner's association is really invested in having this whole development look well kept up and respectable.
I can see a certain amount of that as courtesy to one's neighbors—not putting junk in their view or potentially bringing down their property values by association. I imagine that deciding where to draw the lines might be challenging ...
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Date: 2024-08-30 10:43 pm (UTC)(I say in my standard writer bio that I have problems with object permanence, and I wrote it as kind of a joke but maybe it's actually true?)