Mary and Boaz are moving out from the apartment upstairs putting paid to, all prophetic utterances concerning the identity of husbands, conversations concerning the spiritual well being of all of our neighbours, suggestions of means by which I may well initiate discussions of the state of said neighbour’s mortal souls (including the delivering of invitations to church events and and prayers for salvation etc.).
It will also put paid to the conversations late into the night directly above my bed (happily I have not been subjected to the sound of other ‘late night shenanigans’ and thoughts of whether or not such things occur, (given their newly weddedness and albeit advanced 70+ years) are resolutely not to be considered).
In their leaving I have come into the possession of some of their cast offs… First off, a box of preaching tapes. At least that’s what they appear to be called… does anyone know what to do with a ‘cassette tape’? I have no idea…
An American Standard Bible with all manner of personal family history hand lettered in the front… wondering how I can throw this away… is it a sacrilege? I can’t give it away… who would want someone else’s family history? As far as this Bible itself is concerned I don’t need it… I have all the Bibles I need in my computer…
I have also inherited their printer/copier/scanner. That one cost me a fifty, but as I’ve not had a printer that worked in… ooh, years I think I’ll make good use of it.
A letter box. Which is not at my gate and which is the secret place for my spare set of house keys. Vital given my history with getting locked outside the house…
The ‘booty’ also includes a modem for local wireless provider ‘Unwired’ and a favour to sell it for them on e-bay. How does one say “no… sorry, don’t want to” and if one even thinks such a thing is one being churlish and selfish?? I mean I took all the other stuff figuring out I can chuck it away and no feelings will be hurt… selling a modem comes with RESPONSIBILITY… eep.
And a 4.5 volt power pack for some unknown item of electronica. Could be useful… could also go in the bin…
As the pair of them have been sitting out on the street for the last two days flogging all their stuff I’m left wondering what’s going to happen to the gear that didn’t sell… will it get taken in a taxi to the dump? Will it be left on the street for the scavengers (read kerb surfers)? Or will it be generously left for us remaining tenants… as a gift…
It remains to be seen.
I wish them well, they were pleasant neighbours and good for the odd blog post… and now the neighbourhood no longer have to duck their heads when Mary and Boaz pass by, for fear of receiving another lecture on sin and salvation and the healing power of the love of Jesus.
Here’s the thing. I’m fully acquainted with sin salvation and Jesus. I’ll talk about them to anyone who asks. I just don’t go there uninvited. And therein lies the difference.
Ah well, all the best to to you Mary and Bo… I’ll see you on the other side. And in the meantime their place will be taken up by a new tenant this week.
A boy.
A single boy.
A single church boy.
A single church boy of the same persuasion as me.
Methinks ’tis time to roll out the Welcome Wagon*.
*and by that I don’t mean the kind of welcome wagon as rolled out in neighbourhoods like Wysteria Lane…
Just so we’re clear…
You could try putting the bible on Ebay and donating the profits (if any) to charity.
There’s something about bibles that makes it hard to stick them in the bin.
Oooh, nice idea Ms Mac.
Oooo new single neighbor. *rubs my hands together*