Goodbye Wisconsin
When I moved to California in March of 2002, I drove a rented truck carrying all my pitiful belongings and towing my poor, beaten up car. I had little money and had to bring what I could, furniture and all. Although Southern California is supposed to be good for cars--low moisture, no salt on the roads--my car was in poor condition to start with, and less than a year later it had moved up to critical. The brakes and transmission were shot within months. I managed to limp along until the killing blow came in December of 2002. After that, the Spirit sat in the garage for over four years, until yesterday.
The last week has been spent cleaning the FUCK out of the garage. The Spirit was covered with empty boxes (since one never knows when a particular cardboard box will come in handy, and who the hell wants to BUY a cardboard box?) and old monitors and a broken rolly chair and a microwave and...well, you get the picture. Finally the car was uncovered, cleaned out, and finally was towed away yesterday courtesy of the Southern California Jewish Center and Mohammed from A-1 Towing.
I prefer donating to Jewish charities since they are the closest to real charity in my opinion. There is no ulterior motive: A)charity is a mitzvah, a commandment; B)not as many executives and administrators skim their share off the top (I'm looking at you, Red Cross); and C)they don't tell you that your life will become full of happy bunnies and rainbows IF ONLY you let Christ into your heart, and don't expect anything, least of all conversion, in return for the charity.
Anyway, that last bit of Wisconsin is gone. I don't have the furniture. I don't have the car. I have myself, a few clothes, a few books. Nothing that ties me there any longer other than my parents and a few friends, nothing material. I feel lighter.
Plus, the window in the Caprice was fixed, and it got a brand spanking new paint job!
Bonus: total weight loss so far this year: 14 pounds
The last week has been spent cleaning the FUCK out of the garage. The Spirit was covered with empty boxes (since one never knows when a particular cardboard box will come in handy, and who the hell wants to BUY a cardboard box?) and old monitors and a broken rolly chair and a microwave and...well, you get the picture. Finally the car was uncovered, cleaned out, and finally was towed away yesterday courtesy of the Southern California Jewish Center and Mohammed from A-1 Towing.
I prefer donating to Jewish charities since they are the closest to real charity in my opinion. There is no ulterior motive: A)charity is a mitzvah, a commandment; B)not as many executives and administrators skim their share off the top (I'm looking at you, Red Cross); and C)they don't tell you that your life will become full of happy bunnies and rainbows IF ONLY you let Christ into your heart, and don't expect anything, least of all conversion, in return for the charity.
Anyway, that last bit of Wisconsin is gone. I don't have the furniture. I don't have the car. I have myself, a few clothes, a few books. Nothing that ties me there any longer other than my parents and a few friends, nothing material. I feel lighter.
Plus, the window in the Caprice was fixed, and it got a brand spanking new paint job!
Bonus: total weight loss so far this year: 14 pounds