Tuesday, August 21, 2007

Freecycle...how much do I love thee, let me count the ways


Since we have moved, Matt and I have been walking around a few items in our garage that we just don't know with what to do. First there was the piano that used to sit in our family room, but now has no place in the condo; and the reel mower that we will never have to use again. Then there was the patio set that we used as a dining table because we found that when you actually used it as a patio set, the table would rust since it was not protected. These things took up residence in our much smaller garage and proved a source of irritation until I remembered my old friend Freecycle.org. I was reminded of this site in one of the blogs that I read and thought I should go check out the postings of what people wanted.

My first discovery was a woman that needed a piano for the organization she runs for the blind. After a quick email, she had a truck scheduled and ready to pick up the piano in days. I then placed a posting for the mower and was stunned when nearly 2 dozen people in the Columbus area emailed me to ask for it. I felt bad having to turn so many people down, but the mower now has a new home. The patio set was my last hurdle. The table is rusted from being out in the rain and I thought no one would want it, so I waited nearly two months to post it. I made my post this morning and at lunch already had people responding. A gentleman let me know he would be happy to get it tomorrow and could fix it up, so bye-bye patio set, enjoy your new life.

It makes me feel great that these items are getting a second chance that they may not get if we just donated them to the local thrift store. Matt told me of one that will take donations, but if the items do not sell in a few months, they go to the land fill. But with Freecycle, you are subscribed to a group discussion of people in your area that are constantly posting items to be given away and even requesting items from the group. Check it out for yourself.

Sunday, August 05, 2007

Happy Birthday and Erin Go Braugh


We have celebrated a fair number of birthdays lately. My step-mother-in-law Betty, Matt, and our nephews Connor, Cole and Brendan all have birthdays within about a week of each other. While Betty celebrated out in Las Vegas, we had my parents and the O'Brien clan over for a small gathering last Saturday. To add to the chaos, we were also getting some furniture delivered when everyone showed up. The couch we had ordered for the office made a noble effort to fit into the room, but in the end it just sat in the hallway looking for a new home (it would not fit through the door). Much to Matt's dismay, we had to place it in the living room, and now the furniture in both rooms do not match. He is learning to live with it.

This weekend, we had a lot going on. We attended the Dublin Irish Festival where Matt got to try his hand at hurling (see photo above), we watched an Irish dance contest, got to listen to the Columbus Police & Fire Pipe & Drum, watched the Gaelic Football National Championship and a Hurling Tournament. All in 90 degree heat and high humidity. It was okay in the shade, but you took a beating in the sun. Matt wanted to wear something festive for the occasion and pulled out a bike jersey that had a British flag design on it. I told him he might get beat up for wearing a British flag at the Irish festival. He wisely changed his mind.

As I write this, Matt is participating in another triathlon and I am getting ready to go to a library conference. Hopefully, this will be our last travel weekend until we head out for some races in September. We need the break, plus Matt has threatened me with a training schedule for a race I agreed to ride in next month. Pray that I do not fall off the bike.

Saturday, August 04, 2007

More lessons learned...

Just a quick update.

My left side has taken a beating this week due to "user error" on the bike. Tuesday, I had a collision with a guardrail while I was trying to avoid getting hit by a car making a right-hand turn. Just a few bruises, my pride was damaged the most.

This morning's ride found me falling off the bike completely. Luckily, I landed in the grass. This I cannot blame on a car: I have started using clipped pedals and biking shoes. When I came to a stop, I had already released my right foot and was getting ready to place it on the ground when I started to tip over to the left. One quick squeak came out of me and I fell over bike and all. My left shoe did come out of the clip, and the trailer with Goliath stayed upright. Matt had ridden past me and told me he was stunned when he turned around and I was sprawled on the grass.

I'm off to yoga class to work out the kinks.

I'll report more happenings later when we get back from the Dublin Irish Festival tonight. Knowing my luck, Matt will hit me in the head with a ball during the hurling (it's a stick and ball sport) hands-on demonstration.