I hurt….

[saitaina]

Originally published at Memoirs of a Nobody. You can comment here or there.

Apparently, I am no longer as young and agile as I once was and am not allowed to do the butterfly stroke with only my arms anymore…ow, ow, ow. But I know the pain means I did something good by moving my muscles.

Though, it also means I’m not getting as much work done for the yardsale as I had hoped, hurts too much to move. The best I can do today is set up charity donations for after the sale (like I want to keep all this crap around, s’why I’m trying to sale it). I love charity donations to St. Vincent de Paul’s…no more crap for me and it benifits somone else eventually (either via those who buy the cheap products or those who benifit from the proceeds). Funny thing is, some of the knicknacks I’ll probably be donating…came from charity thrift stores. I always check out Goodwill or St. Vinny’s first for cat figurines and disney toys, it’s really a never ending circle.

I just wish I could figure out what to do with my hundreds of Baby-Sitter’s Club books, they’re too ragged to sale or donate, but I don’t want to just trash them, they still have memories for me but I can’t keep them (they’re over flowing the giant trunk they’re stored in.

Hmm, there is a little girl in the block, maybe I’ll ask her mum if she might like them. Not the un-readable ones of course, but that’s still a good 50-100 free books for her daughter.

Comments

[lumy12.livejournal.com]

I am similarly attached to my Sweet Valley High collection. Instead of rereading them all, I'm currently reading all the snarky recaps on a LJ comm dedicated to said snark! (we snark with love)

If you can recycle your BSCs to another little girl that's awesome.