Once (or twice?) a year, our community has a bulk trash pick-up service. People leave their used-up, well-loved junk out on the curb and a big truck comes to take it away to Neverland or somewhere. And that’s when I go all creepy and drive slowly around in my minivan like a kidnapper searching out my next victim.
This year, I made out like a bandit. Free stuff. Two chairs (the one on the left needs a new coat of paint and some wood glue and a couple of clamps to steady its slight wobble but the one on the right? Perfect!):
Free thoughts courtesy of Milo: “Proudie is a good dog, but she has real problems. You know, like those fart problems and she runs away a lot.”
Free wooden ladder, which I plan to use as a climbing trellis for our cucumbers and squash this year. We’ll see how that goes!
And free water play table, which only required a good scrubbing before we put it into use on our back deck. I foresee much use out of this thing over the next couple of summers!
So you see, one man’s trash really is another’s treasure. And the best part? There’s no pressure to hold on to this stuff. If we get sick of it, we can throw it to the curb in 6 months for the next stalker!
Have you dug through any trash lately?
P.s.- I apologize for yesterday’s ranting and raving. As it turns out, I am a serious whiney-pants when I don’t get a good night’s sleep. Over it. Have a lovely weekend, and Happy Mother’s Day to all of you wonderful mamas out there! You all make my life so much more enjoyable! And Mom, I love you!