Friday, 5 September 2008

Day 13:: Meeting The Fatherload (or Lightning Does Strike Twice or Close Your Eyes If You Just Don't Want To Know What This Girl Found Next)



Day 13: We've been thrust back into wintery weather. It's cold. It's grey. It's raining. Not exactly enticing for an evening walk unless you're a slug or a snail. Given I am neither, I was thinking of skipping out on Day 13. You'd never know the difference.

But I knew there was a cat in Melbourne that I had told I was doing this 21 days thing. If I didn't go, he might go off his Snappy Tom, and that would never do. A promise is a promise, and so I walked. Just a short 20 minutes, I couldn't get too cold in that time. Off I trotted with my seeds hidden in my pocket.

I scouted for patches of dirt that would make a nice home for some new flowers. I picked up a stick to help me in my venture. But every spot I saw didn't seem to suit. I finally came down a hill, found a quiet little alley and roughed up the earth, sowed a few seeds, covered them back up and resumed my walk.

It's in this street that I discovered the motherload. I hadn't really thought much of that place. I was trying to go cold turkey. I didn't have that ache in my bones telling me to go back, and my husband is averse to me collecting any more 'things'. But something drew me back.
I still held my seed packet tightly in my hand, my stick in the other. I noticed that outside that house there was a wheelie bin. Just a small one, standing guard at the end of the driveway. Surely not. No, there'd be nothing in it but a few old wrappers, a few dustballs, maybe even a hairball if I was super unlucky.

Obviously, I was feeling lucky punk. I flicked open the lid with my seed planting stick. Lo and behold what met my eyes was like gold! If I had found the motherload last week, then surely this was the fatherload. Is there such a thing? Well there certainly is now.

Piles and piles of old crockery. Strangely, I have been wanting for a very long time, a mix 'n' matched, hotch potch of crockery for everyday use. And only this week I'd been thinking that our dinnerset was pretty well over red rover. It's all chipped. It's all marked. It's just ugly and it's not a joy - but Matt uses that stuff for mixing paints - so it's not like I was going to ever just boom toss it out.

So I picked out a pile of this crockery. Lovely old patterns. Not a chip. No siree not a chip. I hot footed it home with about six plates in my hot little hand, to be greeted by my husband with a quizzical look plastered on his face.

"Where did you get those?"
"Someone's garbage bin."
- He screws his face up. I go put them straight into the sink. Can you feel the love tonight?


I had dinner, got the kiddlies into the bath, and headed out (see a theme here?) - again with torch in hand. I went through as much as I could. I probably should have worn gloves - but in all my flustered excitement, I just didn't bother.

If there's anyone living there - they're now thinking - my goodness, this crazy hobo lady is back. With a washing basket. Emptying our bin into her car.

Sadly a fair bit below the plates was smashed. So I didn't go beyond that. I couldn't very well upend the bin on the road. I was tempted to bring the whole bin home with me, and return it when I had gone through everything under the pale light of our garage. Now wouldn't that be a sight?

So this is it. Close your eyes. Hold your breath. The fatherload.


Do the mother and the fatherload have children? We can only hope.


PS - I know it's illegal - but have you ever heard of anyone being arrested for stealing garbage? Not me. Can you imagine my mug shot? I'd be the most excited person in history having found this loot.

PPS - Curlypops, go hard this weekend. The garbage is your oyster - now found the pearls.

15 comments:

flossy-p said...

WOW! That's amazing! I love the one about putting "it" here not on the carpet! If only those plates could talk ;)

jodi said...

Couldn't believe what curlypops posted about it being theft! And yes, that really is the fatherload. You need to keep going back to that house...regardless of the reputation you'll get!

Cass said...

How do you get so lucky. I just noticed where you live I think I will have to start looking all over the place for a lady going through people's garbage and then move near you!

Bronwyn said...

Treasure hunting is what we call it - not bin scabbing at all! Who could have thrown out the english garden one?

CurlyPops said...

Why on earth would anybody chuck those in a wheelie bin?
I've been doing a little scouting today...not much out yet. I think everyone will start unloading tomorrow morning.

Hoppo Bumpo said...

What kind of people are throwing these treasures away??? For crying out loud, how much effort would it have been to put it in a box and taken it to the oppie? You should have taken their bin :)

Well, as they say one man's trash is another woman's Sunday best china.

Kirsty said...

Eeeek! So lucky. That Deserted Cottage plate is just amazing.

Taccolina said...

Oh, I am in such PAIN! How can you DO this to me? Old crockery is my weakness, but I live with a cynic who asks whose Nanna gave it to me. (I haven't told him I scored half our dishes off the street early one Saturday morning, too...)

cindy said...

I love the thought process that lead to opening the bin, let alone going back after - hilarious. I think it is just as well you didn't take the bin, who know what will be in it next week - the excitement

Leni and Rose said...

It's unbelievable! What on earth are people around your way doing, throwing out all that good stuff!!! That green plate slogan is priceless!

The Lil Bee said...

You have no idea how much I love these plates. Lucky girl:)

Michelle said...

I'd be tempted to knock on their door - offer to help with the clean out...

Catherine said...

bvWow that is such an amazing find! Fantastic.

Michelle said...

Holy heck! That is one amazing walk!

Swirlyarts said...

So jealous!! You need to buy some sort of lottery ticket with the amount of luck you have had recently. I might have to start walking if this is what it brings :)