Life in Capital City

Remember the Abyss of Doom?  My storage room.  My place of forgotten favorites?  The place where I dumped all my crap in order to keep that whole “out of sight, out of mind” thing running smoothly?

Well now that the move is going forward, I really needed to start clearing some junk out.  And what better place to take my junk than Value Village.

Now, before everyone thinks that Value Village is a place to dump all your broken useless crap – especially in the face of a Toronto garbage strike – I should point out that my “donations” are all things that I think other people will be able to use.  That, and a bunch of shit I don’t feel like packing.

Problem is I also don’t want to be rejected.  (None of us do, right?)  So to combat my fear of pulling up during business hours only to have someone in a red smock tell me that Value Village doesn’t want my stuff, my plan was to pull up in the middle of the night, unload my car and drive off like a negligent teenage mom.

The trick was to wait until a clear night (no rain, snow, tornadoes, alien attacks, etc) so my stuff would at least survive until morning when the staff shows up and see what people who have the same mindset as myself had left for them overnight.  Kind of like a crappy Santa Claus.

So that’s what happened.  I first moved everything from the storage room to the main floor.  From there, I began to load my car (backseat and trunk) with as many things as I could.  Once the coast was clear I drove to the nearest Value Village and spread the love.

Before I knew it, I was done.  And it was good.

At this point, I could open the newspaper tomorrow and read a story about how Ottawa has been sealed in a giant bubble and now I’ll never be able to move there, and I would still sit back and say “Oh well, at least my basement is cleaner than it was last week.”