Did I mention how stressful moving is? It does though have its moments of quiet reflection.
Consider the shopping cart. My Regina home for the past six years has been on the 9th floor of an apartment building.
A shopping cart is a valuable tool for moving stuff up and down the elevator.
I must have done almost a dozen trips to the dumpster in the back lane.
Very often the bin is locked to discourage dumpster diving.
The dear old shopping cart is a convenient tool for most of us.
For dumpster divers and those who are homeless, the cart is their whole world.
I have never even been remotely close to that state of affairs.
I’ve never missed a rent payment, and I’ve obviously never missed a meal.
I’m not even a particularly careful shopper.
I have never been without a car except when it’s in the shop for a day or two.
I think nothing of driving 50 miles to have lunch with someone.
I have always had access to indoor plumbing and electricity.
I can’t imagine not having cable TV, even if I didn’t work for the cable company.
I have many wonderful friends who have lovely comfortable homes where I’m welcome anytime.
As I cleaned out drawers and closets though, I couldn’t help hoping I might find a forgotten lottery ticket.
I’m not greedy, a $50,000 jackpot would quite fine.
Help me please who is that lady named Judy whose phone number I found on the back of a bar tab?
Chances are she hung up when I called.
Wow! Where did I get all those socks and T-shirts, and why didn’t they scrap the penny years ago?
A lot of clothing, kitchenware and books I was able to donate to Carmichael Outreach in Regina.
They distribute such things to some of those people whose lives are carried in a shopping cart.
They who grab a few hours sleep when they can on someone’s couch. I greatly admire the dedication of people like Shawn Fraser and his staff at Carmichael.
Cleaning out the kitchen is next. The Regina Food Bank will get plenty, and bless them for all they do.
Some new tenants in my building are taking some of the furniture that I choose not to move, including a perfectly good 33 inch TV.
It’s not a flat screen though, and I’m glad I found it a home, at least for a while.
I shall miss looking north towards the Hotel Saskatchewan as I write thoughts like these.
And I’ll miss lots and lots of people, including the ones who push those carts.
How I wish I had more time to hear their stories, and maybe take them to Tim’s for a nice bowl of soup.
Roger Currie is a writer, broadcaster and blogger.
For the past seven months he has been hosting Talk of the Town on Access channel 7.
He is relocating to Winnipeg.
He can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org