Don't You Want Me (Or More Precisely, My Stuff)?

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Well, that is interesting. I'm in the process of cleaning house. As an asthmatic, that takes time. I'm on my second day of cleaning the kitchen, for instance. I have to go slow to avoid too much exposure to dust or anything else that can land me in the emergency room. That makes cleaning a little on the arduous side: by the time I'm finished in the living room, it's time to start on the back room again. Amid the cleaning I'm also rearranging furniture and tossing out things I don't need/use any more. (Usually when I say I'm "cleaning house" that's what I mean: rearranging, kicking stuff to the curb, and running out of Swiffer supplies, instead of just swiff-swiff, done.) It's time to say adios to the stove. I thought it'd be a good idea to call a local charity to have them pick it up and use it to help the poor and the homeless. So, I called to make an appointment. And I received a recorded message telling me, contrary to what their trucks that drive around say on the side and what their website says, they aren't accepting donations. I don't know exactly how to read that. Are they doing so well with donations and money that they have all they need? Or is the economy good now, meaning that people aren't shopping at thrift stores? At any rate, I think the least they could do is put a note on the web site that says, "We are not taking household item donations at this time." That's supposedly one of the good things about the internet: you can keep it current, unlike a phone book. Oh, well. Here's the Human League: