free 2 be marlo

Friday, August 27, 2004

Posted by danylo @ 1:43 p.m. ET

The funny thing about moving is, well, you know all those Very Important, I will Need this someday for the Memories/to file something/for reference receipts and bills and magazines and article clippings and scraps of notes and instruction booklets and postcards (from someone or just souvenir) and wristbands and well-designed fliers and hats and T-shirts?

Well, when you have to move all that crap, it's no longer Necessary for Life. It's just more crap that ought to be pitched, that ought to have been pitched six months ago. And so it's tossed into the Trash Chute of Why Did I Bother.

My forearms look like those of a successful Cat 2 roadie who should be riding crit bars instead of regular road bars.

Dropped off a load of clothes at the big green donation box at 17th and Mass. Some dread walking up asked if he could look through it before I tossed it in. So I handed it to him. I saw him this morning again, sitting in front of his sidewalk stand on Connecticut wearing a dark blue Boulder Daily Camera denim shirt.

After spending all day packing and moving, we helped the schmos who bought Ms. L's old couch move it. Because those people couldn't be bothered to spend their lunch hour moving it, 9 p.m. was the ideal time.

Into the elevator and out the front door.

I said we shouldn't take it out the front. We would be yelled at if we did.

The sour woman at the front desk said she'd have to write us up for that: moving after designated hours, out the lobby, smoking in the bathroom, being in the hall without a hall pass. We opened the double doors and took it out.

We came back half an hour later to find one of the maintenance men working on the door. Opening it apparently broke the buzzer.

This is so going in our Permanent Records.

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