Nothing makes me crazier than to see huge piles of perfectly good, plenty of life-left-in-it STUFF sitting on the street in a neighborhood, waiting for the big trash trucks to come haul it away, out of sight of the perfectly manicured, tastefully decorated households from which it came.
This stuff is screaming to be useful to someone out there somewhere with limited resources and desperate need. There are plenty of other households and entities which do not have the luxury of redecorating every couple of years. There are households in which people eat standing up, or on trays…clothes are stored in plastic garbage bags…the only reading material may be the back of a ceral box.
The old kitchen table with one wobbly leg, the discarded chest of drawers in the wrong color, the old cloth-bound classic books from Aunt Nellie’s book-of-the-month club…I have seen these and more on the street, destined for an already overflowing landfill. Because their owners didn’t know about or (mostly) were too busy to deal with the donation process.
