Have any of you done anything impulsively because you had made a decision, and it made sense in that moment? Would I do it again? Probably not. In the meantime, I got rid of about 250 CDs. I wasn’t smart enough to sell them on Ebay or Craigslist. I didn’t donate them to some worthy organization. I put them in our building’s common area where people put stuff to share, discard and get rid of. Within a matter of probably less than thirty minutes they were all gone. Nothing was left, not even the shopping bags I had put them in. Someone “made out like a bandit” as my mother would have remarked.
The back story….and then you be the judge. Probably a week or so before the event, my FHB and I had a discussion. That generally means I have an idea, and I convey it to him and in his pleasant but half to one quarter listening mode of interaction, I told him that since we were giving some of our furniture to one of our kids, we needed to rearrange things. I was fairly nondescript in my definition of “things” and when the day came, I moved like lightning and emptied, sorted and discarded our CDs into bags and boxes. I felt rather victorious, much like I imagine Napoleon did until Waterloo. My FHB helped me bring the initial group of CDs downstairs. They included the oldies, the show tunes, classical, rock, classical rock (e.g. the Beatles, Rolling Stones, Beach Boys), music from Frank and Dean and the Eagles and The Doobie Brothers. It was a virtual CD bloodbath. I couldn’t stop myself. The jazz was gone and so was the salsa and tango music. Oddly enough, I saved all the holiday music we own(ed). We still have a CD player. Now we can play Silent Night and Carol of the Bells in summer if we want. That’s about all that’s left.
A few days after (C)D-Day, my FHB, who had taken the second wave of discs down to the second floor, remarked that he had been listening to the music we had danced to many moons ago, in the parking lot of a New Hampshire State Liquor Store. Back then it was a night in December, and he put the CD on (Barbra Streisand) and opened the moon roof and we danced to a couple of songs while the music filled the cold night air. We had been together for only a short time and those were the zany beginnings of our ongoing love affair. He would take us to some random place to park and we would dance to the music. When he told me this, I initially was unclear about what exactly he meant. I think I said “what exactly do you mean?” At this point, he told me that he sorted through some of my discards and rescued them. He looked at me reproachfully and said “why did you get rid of our music?” That was the moment I realized I had not quite thought this process through.
My victory turned to ashes. I asked where those rescued CDs were. Apparently they are safely stored in his car. Different car, but still has a moon roof. I can’t get the CDs back but with a little bit of luck, on a cold December night, we will dance under the moonlight.
Below …find someone, find a parking lot and dance….