First you should know. I don't do curbs. I don't stop and pick things up. It's yucky. And dirty. There may be mice. Roaches, even. Bleck!
I do look out my window.
Which is what I did on Saturday.
I saw this pile. Right next door. At the curb.
I rang my neighbors to ask if it was OK. I don't think I stopped long enough to think rationally about all of this. They said, "Take whatever you want and when we have more we'll let you know."
I was jubilant.
I carried everything home. One piece at a time.
Brought it all up to the front patio doors. Then carried it inside my house.
My husband did a double take. ("Who's this woman bringing this dirty junk stuff into our house? Oh, Kolein, is that you? What are you going to do with this? What are you doing with that ladder?")
I smiled sheepishly and said, "Something. I don't know."
Here's the list:
- An 8 ft wooden ladder
- Four shelves, like new with brackets, screws and mounting things
- Wooden shelf/book case
- Sturdy wooden chair(thought I'd make a guitar pickin' seat for EC out of it)
- Handmade wooden shelf thing
I may have left the planet that I used to live on. I'm taking residence some where else right now. Excuse me while I figure out who I am and what I'm doing with my life!