As some of you may know, I’ve spent the past week taking care of our mom and helping her move from Wisconsin to Michigan. She needs hip surgery and is to the point where she can’t really walk, stand or do anything on her own, so I had to stay sharp day and night and be on call to assist her. This meant very little sleep and NO beer for Yours Truly.
The first part of the week was spent buttoning things up in Wauwatosa, Wisconsin, and while I was a little bummed that I couldn’t pop over to Ray’s Liquor and load up on treats from New Glarus, my mind was on more important things, like making sure my mom didn’t fall and break her other hip. This wasn’t a leisure trip by any stretch of the imagination.
But just because I didn’t buy any beer doesn’t mean there weren’t any adult beverages in the house. The fridge in the garage was full of leftovers from happier times. There were several Mike’s Hard Lemonade’s that my sisters would sip on the front porch on warm summer nights. There were a handful of Bells Two Hearted Ale’s that I didn’t have a chance to finish during my last trip out, along with a few New Glarus Spotted Cows I had picked up for my sister Wendi and a six pack of New Glarus Two Women that Don picked up at Ray’s on the recommendation of an employee there. There were four Basque beers that my niece dragged over from France for me to try that I absent mindedly left in the meat drawer. And there were an assortment of singles from places like Victory, Stone and Rogue, remnants of six packs purchased long ago.
The fridge had to be emptied for the move to Michigan, and I had no idea what to do with the beers. I couldn’t take them home, as I was traveling with a small carry-on suitcase that was already stuffed with clothes for the week. I couldn’t take them in the car to Michigan because cargo space was at a premium, and none of our family there is into beer. I thought about shipping them home, but I had so much on my plate that packing them up and getting them to the UPS store didn’t seem realistic, nor was it fair to leave my mom alone at home so I could ship beer to New Jersey. I figured they’d have to stay.
I was literally frozen for a moment gazing upon the scene you see above, 20 or more good beers with no place to go. I couldn’t bear to throw them out – that’d be a total waste. Instead, I found an old wicker basket we were giving to Goodwill and filled it with the bottles. They actually fit quite nicely. And there they sat, in the Goodwill pile, to be left behind and hopefully found by a neighbor or a realtor who would find them a good home.
But that was still too much uncertainty for me, so I offered the assortment of beers to the movers who were loading my mom’s belongings into a semi trailer. The grudgingly accepted them, almost as if they were doing it as a favor to me. Maybe they saw the look of mild panic in my eyes that the beer would be left without someone to enjoy it.
It’s a silly thing to worry about a handful of good beers going to waste, but I guess it’s in moments like these when we realize just how much we care about craft beer. Guess I’m an uber nerd!
Have you ever been faced with throwing away perfectly good craft beer? As always, let us know below.
P.S. – it’s good to be back – I missed you guys and gals quite a bit!