Relative Something

If time passes in the blink of an eye, can I slow time down by blinking less?

I am trying, little by little, to deal with the miscellaneous stuff that has traveled with us to our new place. We were well aware of the ideal of jettisoning unneeded items before the move, so we wouldn’t be paying to transport things we don’t need. Our ability to live up to that ideal fell a bit short. As moving day closed in, I found myself just bagging things and then boxing the bags up, to be dealt with after we arrived.

Part of me knows I could just throw much of it away. Certainly not all of it. There is a fair amount of electronics that need to be delivered to a facility that handles such refuse.

There are also items that are perfectly good. I have new, blank DVD discs. I don’t have any working DVD recorders. It seems a shame to trash stuff that is perfectly good. I have listed some items to craig’s list, because I thought they had value, but that has turned out to be an exercise in futility. It’s a shame. There is this great way to announce you have something worth keeping out of the trash, but it still boils down to there being someone in your vicinity who actually looks for the item on the day you list it, and will actually follow through and come pick it up.

The few times I have received replies of interest, the promises to come pick things up have proved false. It has really dampened my level of wanting to bother with going through the effort of creating listings, and managing any subsequent queries another time.

I found our 1.5 million candle power flood light that has been separated from its battery charger for years. I don’t even know if the batteries will take a charge, but I’d sure like to try. Now I look back on all those times I have spotted orphaned transformers among our things, and I wonder why I couldn’t have put them somewhere logical. I can’t find one that matches the specs I need, and I’ve looked high and low, including places like harddrives that are currently plugged in and being used. Close, but not quite there.

Knowing we had piles of these transformers at one time, makes it really hard to go out and buy what I’m now looking for, especially when all I want to do is test and see if the batteries work.

Maybe, if time didn’t pass so fast, I wouldn’t have collected all this junk in the first place. Fast or slow, I need to get these piles disposed of, so I can focus on more productive projects awaiting attention around here. And every time I blink, another line seems to get added to that ‘to-do’ list.