LOCAL OBSERVATION
Pass It On
1000 years ago, as I was sorting through my first divorce, (second happiest day of my life), I had a rental house full of furniture and objects. It was easy enough to get rid of the rental, especially as it belonged to the ex-husband’s mother, and then I shoved all those ridiculous objects into storage and forgot about them. It had all seemed quite inexpensive at $100 month.
A decade and $12,000 later and still all those objects were moldering in the storage unit.
So when friends of mine decided to get married, I figured what better present than the key to my storage unit. I told them everything in this unit is yours. All you have to do is clear it out so that I don’t have to keep paying for it.
He took it very well and said thank you while she decided I must be making preparations to kill myself. She got quite concerned; she said it looked like I was getting all my affairs in order. I said fat chance, I said take this key and save me, please, from this financial hemorrhaging.
So they did and they filled up their new house with all of my possessions and occasionally through the years I’ve been to visit and it’s always a bit of a shock to pick up a fork I bought or to sleep in a bed I picked out, or to look at the paintings on the walls, all mine! For one thing, that first husband was a painter so I had a lot of his paintings. I was even in some of them.
I heard of an excellent moment when my ex-husband visited that house and after a few beats realized he knew everything around him and got quite a surprise. Although this is not nearly as funny as the time the gun-toting guerrillas marched him off our hill in beautiful Colombia but that’s another story.
Well now all of a sudden, after another couple of decades, my married friends are disbanding and dispersing and I got a phone call saying it was time for me to pick up my stuff. So back on an airplane for me in time to rent a truck and move all of the debris to a hole in the ground somewhere, in fact into a beautiful barn on an octagonal rough diamond of an estate close to the Canadian border.
Back on the road again!
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That’s a great story. You should have told them that you have a no-return policy.
I once rolled a giant wheelbarrow (with a flat tire) full of conch shells over to give Carolyn Fuller, who had told me that she wanted them. As I was getting ready to drive a moving van out of Key West, just hours ahead of an approaching hurricane, I got a call from Carolyn telling me that she had changed her mind and wanted me to come back and pick them up.
I wonder if they are still there.