In Cambridge, Massachusetts where we live, people put things on the curb that they don’t want, but think others might. Outgrown toys or bicycles. A not-needed chair or a bookshelf.
The other day I walked past a stroller and thought to myself, “Boy, I wouldn’t leave a stroller like that out—someone will take it.” But the next morning when it was still there, I thought it was probably meant to be taken. On my way home, it was gone…either the owner realized their mistake or someone had acquired a like-new stroller.
Which leads me to the trash room on our floor of our apartment building. It’s about the size of a closet with the expected chute for garbage, two recycling bins and lots of signs about what one can or cannot throw where. It also has a shelf with containers to recycle batteries and light bulbs.
But there are some things left that people think others might want. Like the time there was a very old aqua night table. And I have to admit that I took a badly off-kilter straw basket to “temporarily” hold a begonia that someone gave us that didn’t look great in its plastic pot. Of course I intended to buy a nice container for it, but so far I haven’t.
The other night when I went to throw away the trash the “give-away” shelf was fascinating. It contained five Christmas ornaments, an unopened package of three aluminum foil loaf-sized baking pans, and four cans of coconut milk.
Makes you wonder, doesn’t it?
P.S. Today is the 11th anniversary of the first blog post on 70-something.com!