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Monday, March 30, 2009

Jami Tries to Help, Really!

So, we've done some cleaning and rearranging and whatnot. And I ended up with an entertainment center and computer desk, both in pretty good condition. First, I tried to Craigslist them, with no success. No big deal. I decide to donate them. Good idea, right? Sure. But apparently, not as easy as it sounds. First I called the VVA. I'm all for helping veterans of any war, and I constantly get those little flyer things in the mail about how they pick up anything (practically) and they're in my area all the time, all that. So no problem. They schedule me for three days later. I knew I wouldn't be home, but no big deal. Leave it on the front porch, with the confirmation sheet they emailed me and they'd haul it right off and leave me my receipt. Except, when I came home, no receipt. Because they hadn't taken the furniture. There was a note which said "can't use this. Thanks" What does that mean? I don't know. Didn't get a good answer. But hey, they're not the only game in town. I call the Salvation Army. They'll be glad to pick them up. On April 18th!!! I ask - isn't there anyway you can swing by sooner? No, I am assured, our truck for that area is booked until then. They only come out this way once a week and they're totally scheduled up. I take the time, just in case, and then call: 1. A mission that helps people who have lost homes in fires - they can come out "around April 22 or 23" 2. A thrift store run by a church - all profits go to helping homeless people in the area. They won't take the entertainment center. 3. A catholic mission that frankly, I couldn't figure out what they support and at this point don't care. They don't pick up in our area. Here I am, trying to avoid throwing away perfectly good, clean, usable furniture and for the life of me, I can't find a way to do it, without it sitting on my front porch for a month. Already the neighbors must think we are looking a bit white-trashy. The mailman must wonder why we are trying to prevent him from reaching our mailbox. Sigh. Anyone want to come drive these nice pieces to the Goodwill? They don't pick up . . .

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  • At 5:49 PM, Blogger Unknown said…

    You know what works? Put it at the curb and stick a white sheet of paper with the word FREE in big letters on it. When I lived in the city, this stuff would be gone in hours, not days.

     

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