Yesterday afternoon, I left work feeling sort of itchy and restless, like there was soda water running through my veins. I wanted run out and buy things, just for the experience of the acquisition. At the same time I also wished to get rid of everything. Wisely, I tucked my wallet down towards the bottom of my bag and took the quickest route home, so I wouldn’t be swayed by the tug to spend money. When I got home, I put my bag down and dug into the front hall closet, dragging empty bags over to be filled. When I was finished, I had a giant pile mounded next to the front door and had jettisoned a rice cooker, a small japanese steamer, an enormous bag of scarves (I don’t know how I came to possess so many), several baskets and a 20 cup coffee maker.
My grandparents used to entertain frequently and used that giant coffee maker at least once a month for dinner parties and family brunches. I used it at the luncheon we held in the apartment after my grandmother died, as well as at two or three dinners I hosted for church groups over the years. Of all the things I pulled out to give away this time, it’s that overly large, impractical coffee maker that I’m having the hardest time letting go. It’s been at least four years since I plugged it in, and I the majority of people I know these days aren’t big coffee drinkers.
However, it takes up valuable closet real estate and doesn’t care a proportionate amount of weight so out it goes. If anyone is in need of a sturdy, giganza coffee maker, let me know.