The Big Purge has started. Now that we know we definitely have to move, we're starting to get rid of things we don't want to take with us.
Early this morning, I hauled several items to the curb. Our trash pickup is every Friday, but we have a lot of Dumpster Diver traffic that passes through the neighborhood, so I figure most of the goodies I'm putting out will be long gone by the time the trash truck rolls through on Friday morning.
Today I put out two small wood tables, two chairs that were used in the back yard, and the kitchen chairs. Nice stuff, but I just don't want to move them yet again. This time, we're traveling with only what we really want and use. Oh, I also put out a stack of broken flowerpots...about 6 of them.
The flowerpots were at one time quite lovely. I had sealed, painted, and decorated them. Then a neighbor hit them with his lawn mower. Don't ask; you don't want to know the details. So you could say they were basically a pile of painted terracotta chunks that had once been flowerpots.
I was sure the furniture would be gone by now. Just a few minutes ago, I looked out the window. The only thing missing from the pile is the flowerpot shards! Yeah, yeah, one man's trash is another man's treasure; I KNOW that. But go figure...
Early this morning, I hauled several items to the curb. Our trash pickup is every Friday, but we have a lot of Dumpster Diver traffic that passes through the neighborhood, so I figure most of the goodies I'm putting out will be long gone by the time the trash truck rolls through on Friday morning.
Today I put out two small wood tables, two chairs that were used in the back yard, and the kitchen chairs. Nice stuff, but I just don't want to move them yet again. This time, we're traveling with only what we really want and use. Oh, I also put out a stack of broken flowerpots...about 6 of them.
The flowerpots were at one time quite lovely. I had sealed, painted, and decorated them. Then a neighbor hit them with his lawn mower. Don't ask; you don't want to know the details. So you could say they were basically a pile of painted terracotta chunks that had once been flowerpots.
I was sure the furniture would be gone by now. Just a few minutes ago, I looked out the window. The only thing missing from the pile is the flowerpot shards! Yeah, yeah, one man's trash is another man's treasure; I KNOW that. But go figure...
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