A couple of weeks ago, I got rid of this:
First of all, let's just try to pretend that the table in the background isn't the most cluttered table on the planet.
This fantastic roll of newsprint seems like a silly thing to give away what with all the possibilities it holds. You might think I shouldn't have put it in the recycling bin. But what if I told you that this particular roll of newsprint is older than both Jack and Quinn?
Funny story about this roll of paper. Back when I lived in Alaska for a year, starting when Sam was 10 months old, I used to go to the gym every single weekday morning. And the lady that ran the daycare there told me that the Fairbanks paper had all kinds of extra ends of newsprint rolls that they got rid of, but that you could just go pick them up and use them for free.
What a great idea, I thought!
So I tromped over to the newspaper office one day and dragged Sam out of the car. He was all ensconced in a giant blue snowsuit, it being 20 degrees below zero. We went into the office and were confronted with a busy room and no obvious front desk.
The daycare lady had told me that the production room was down a hall that started to the right of the entry room and that the rolls of paper were just inside the door on the left. So I walked in like I knew what I was doing, wandered down the hall (puffy blue toddler in arms), and found the production room.
I located the end rolls and picked the one that still had the most paper on it.
Now, Sam wasn't walking very well yet in those days, especially if encumbered by a large blue snowsuit. So I put him in one arm and the (very heavy) roll in the other arm and walked right back out of the building.
No one said a word to me.
I still wonder about that. It's not like I looked like I belonged. And it's not like I was wandering around in the lobby. I was deep in the bowels of the production plant. You know, with a toddler.
Anywho. We used the paper roll a couple times and then had it moved from Fairbanks, Alaska, to Maryland. Think on that for a minute.
Once we were in Maryland, we used it a couple more times.
It's huge too, so it's hard to find a place for it, so we would forget about it all the time until it got in our way and then we would curse at it. I think the cats may have used it for a scratching post.
I'm really happy that it's gone. At least I got a funny story out of it.
But it was a good lesson. Sometimes something that is super useful and a great idea just doesn't work for your family. And that's okay. In retrospect, I wish I'd Freecycled it instead, but I'm just glad that I have my two cubic feet back.
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