Picky, Picky, Picky

Well, I hit the first speed bump on my big move. The Salvation Army showed up today and wasn't interested in ANY of the stuff I had. I had NO idea the Salvation Army catered to the upper class. Seems the entertainment center had a little water stain on the top from a plant. I don't know what they thought was wrong with the couch. Despite being told on the phone that they take aquariums, they don't and yada, yada, yada. Long story long, I had to call a junk company that charged me nearly $400 to haul it all away. Ginger can't believe how much room there is. She's rolling around on the floor like a kitten. I don't think I'll get another couch. Since nobody ever visits me, a recliner and a rocking chair should be enough. I should have also gotten rid of my coffee table -- the one made out of a ship's hatch, but I'm attached to it. Now, to rid myself of other possessions that I haven't touched in at least two years. I have I have four bookcases full of books. I think I'll take everything but the nonfiction down to our exchange library. When I emptied my fish tank this morning, I discovered I had only five fish. They are swimming around in a desktop aquarium. They'll have to get used to the cramped quarters until I set up my new one after the move -- after I buy one. I guess I'll make a perfectly-prepared, medium-rare New York strip steak and turn in right after O'Reilly. Been up since 3 am. Gotta drive to Andrews AFB in the morning to pick up some prescriptions. I didn't watch the State of the Union address. All I have to say about it is never shake hands with a Democrat after one of Bush's speeches. No telling what they picked up while they were sitting on them.