More on stuff up for grabs

Since the Great Glebe Garage Sale, I've had a bunch of crap sitting on my porch. I came home to find this note with $5 attached to it on my door:

For the Box;
Hoping its for free,
if not email me at ...xxxxxx
Here is $5 for the box!
Thank You!!

I decided to email the person, even though the box of crap was up for grabs. Here is my email:

Dear Person who took box off my porch and gave me $5,

The box is indeed free. And, thank you for the $5, which was completely unnecessary since, as I mentioned before, the box is free.

I did want to let you know, though, that it might not be appropriate to take boxes or other items off people's porches. Generally, people place their free, up-for-grabs stuff on the curb. I'm a messy person and leave all kinds of shit lying around on my porch and in my yard. That doesn't mean I want people to take it, even if they do leave $5. So, what I'm trying to say is that when you go on people's porches, take stuff, and leave money in the door, it's a bit creepy. I thought you might appreciate the feedback.

Hope you enjoy the box of stuff. Thanks again for the $5.

Sincerely,
Agatha

Things I haven't had time to blog about

1) Hymen-replacements operations - hymenoscopies? Not sure what they're called.
2) A friend of mine (let's call him 4th Dwarf's) new schema and how it's working out.
3) My elbow injury of this weekend caused by a botched assault.
4) Meditations on getting rid of stuff.
5) How my long-distance matchmaking job is working out.
6) What I'm reading and not reading these days.
7) More about my views on baby blogs.
8) My creative activities of late.
9) Meditations on my lack of physical activity.
10) There is no tenth thing.

Items I should have sold at the Glebe Garage Sale, but didn't

1) items of MEC clothing I never wear because I hate them.
2) a car that starts, but doesn't really run.
3) my entire self-help collection.
4) my wedding ring (the one I bought after losing the first one).
5) my ink-jet printer
6) my TV and VHS player
7) ugly knick-knacks that I can't seem to rid myself of
8) my tennis racket (who am I kidding?)
9) my squash racket (who am I kidding?)
10) barely-worn brassieres that are too uncomfortable to wear