Random Rant- WTF is wrong with people?

One of the less fun things about death is that someone has to figure out something to do with your stuff. If you haven’t been following along, let’s just say I have a lot of stuff to do something with.

Or more to the point, had. The mister and I spent the weekend clearing out about 1/3rd of the garage that held the contents of an apartment.. like almost the whole damn apartment. The list of things we need or could use is pretty short, so I decided to have a yard unsale.. meaning there were a bunch of household items and appliances we straight up gave away. I figured times are hard, and these things didn’t get to be a part of the home they were intended for, but that doesn’t mean they shouldn’t be part of A home.

Y’all… I know deep down I did the right thing, but it’s been a hard fucking weekend. I found things I haven’t though of in 30 years- the marble chessboard my exhusband and I bought my mom while we were on a cruise to Mexico. The double knit comforter that we helped my grandmother make.. oh my god, the hours of combing thrift stores to get enough fabric to cut up and stitch! The quilt my great grandmother made for my mom and dad when they got married (that one, I kept.)

I took pics and posted it to the local giveaway group with a few simple rules to keep myself from going batcrap and try to insure that folks were getting stuff they needed. Oh. My. God. Yes, most of the folks that showed up to pick stuff up were just lovely. But there were a few that stole from stuff held for other people or tried to tell me about their own sick mothers so that I would give them stuff over someone else.. or the person that told me they’d been to my house and I didn’t live there. Or the person that asked for about a quarter of the stuff to be held, then never showed up at all. I even had someone tell me that people were trash and I expected too much if I was asking for honesty!

We think we only have about one more day of stuff to haul out and give away… but next weekend is soon enough. I’m physically and emotionally exhausted.