July 21st, 2011 - Part 2
Jul. 21st, 2011 02:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thewalkWent with Batman Dad today to recycle the dryer and the television. Expensive, but I like to look at it like I'm doing it for the environment.
I always feel guilty when I show up somewhere and some tiny person runs up and says, "I'll carry it!" That happened when I was moving the TV. Granted, it wasn't so heavy, but it's like...I'm twice your size and I'm already carrying it, I know I'm the customer, but let me carry it!
Seeing my belongings standing in the corner of the junkyard was odd. Not sad, per se, but it was definitely another goodbye to a part of my apartment. How many times did I stare at that damn dryer while sitting on my sofa? It is kind of cute though, thinking that they're not going to a landfill, they're going to continue their journies to another place far, far, away. Just like me.
Being in an appliance cemetary was also interesting. Whenever I'm surrounded by broken machines and dirt it makes me feel very at home. Not that I'd choose to be there, or like I would want to put anything down on the ground while I'm there or anything. Really, the thing is, it reminds me of my dad. I guess there are better things to be associated with, I feel bad that he gets that - but still, that old machine shop was a part of his identity for a long time and even if I never felt *so* connected to the shop, myself, it feels like it's a part of me, too. Even if my dad was classier and less rough than an average grease monkey - even if I went to college, work in an office, and will probably get a Masters in Business - that kind of working life is where we came from.
I always feel guilty when I show up somewhere and some tiny person runs up and says, "I'll carry it!" That happened when I was moving the TV. Granted, it wasn't so heavy, but it's like...I'm twice your size and I'm already carrying it, I know I'm the customer, but let me carry it!
Seeing my belongings standing in the corner of the junkyard was odd. Not sad, per se, but it was definitely another goodbye to a part of my apartment. How many times did I stare at that damn dryer while sitting on my sofa? It is kind of cute though, thinking that they're not going to a landfill, they're going to continue their journies to another place far, far, away. Just like me.
Being in an appliance cemetary was also interesting. Whenever I'm surrounded by broken machines and dirt it makes me feel very at home. Not that I'd choose to be there, or like I would want to put anything down on the ground while I'm there or anything. Really, the thing is, it reminds me of my dad. I guess there are better things to be associated with, I feel bad that he gets that - but still, that old machine shop was a part of his identity for a long time and even if I never felt *so* connected to the shop, myself, it feels like it's a part of me, too. Even if my dad was classier and less rough than an average grease monkey - even if I went to college, work in an office, and will probably get a Masters in Business - that kind of working life is where we came from.
