Once upon a time (like, until the end of May this year - tomorrow), I owned a small independent bookstore, as I've mentioned before... We're closing effective May 31 after 27 years, and the new tenant wants in no later than June 2.
Among other things (like approximately 50,000 books), we had fifty bookcases - 4' wide, 6'10" high, 6" deep. Solid pine. Sturdy. We sold a few, but wound up with 40 left over. I thought I had it all arranged for the bookcases to go to Habitat for Humanity; they backed out - on Wednesday. I scrambled, and found another charitable group to take them - "We'll be there Friday morning for sure!" They even had a bouquet delivered to thank me for the contribution. What a relief.
Friday, the next-to-the-last-day we could be there, *they* called at ten-thirty (about the time we expected them to show up) - and said they'd changed their minds. Sorry and all that. I nearly threw up. I did shed a few tears, I think, I was so upset/mad/disappointed! 40 bookcases to dispose of, in 36 hours. So I called Larry the Landlord and wept upon his telephonic shoulder.
He said if I could commit to breaking up and discarding them, he would send two guys and a truck to take them all away, plus the cash desk and sorting table and anything else needing disposal. And pay them. Bless that man, he's been a peach. Total antithesis of the stereotype landlord.
In the meantime, Daughter and both Grandsons had arrived, and they and Son started loading cars with recyclables and running to the recycle center (yes, all those books) while Hubby and I began bagging the last books off the remaining 9 bookcases. Son and his buddy, Dave, had spent hours the day before, detaching and stacking the other 41 cases, and as soon as we emptied another down it came. The boys hauled them outside, and the truck guy and his buddy smashed them apart and loaded the truck.
End of day - all gone. All those beautiful, sturdy bookcases, gone to the dump. The store is just full of little heaps of things we need to pick through and either toss or haul home, which we'll do tomorrow. And all it cost me was $46 worth of subs for lunch. Tried to give the truck guys some money, but they refused quite nicely. Kind of made up for the _two_ charities breaking their word and letting us down, a bit. We'll just see who gets contributions next fund drive!
Guess I'll just keep my screen name ... Even though now I'll be Bored in Retirement (or not)
--Bored at the Bookstore