Thursday, 19 November 2009
Welcome Back Garbage (Straight Into The Garage)
When I went walking last night I realised it was council garbage pick-up. For those in Victoria, it's known as hard rubbish. To me, it's known as treasure (amidst a whole lotta trash). This, we could say, was some kind of epiphany. I could walk and junk at the same time. Oh the joy! The utter joy!
I did the rounds, found a whole lotta skateboards (grip tape peeling off) and a Super Soaker that I thought I'd come back for later.
I continued went over to inspect some rubbish, then realised there was a ute creeping up behind me and the driver perused each garbage pile after me. I left a lot there. Saw a cute telephone table thingie and thought that could be interesting. But kept going.
Down another street I spied a small wooden dolly highchair, picked it up, then looked down to realise it's leg was broken. My mantra is if it needs fixing in a major way, don't take it. Because if you know us, it will probably not get fixed. HMPH! So I tossed it back to where it came from. Went walking, trying to think where the good loot was. Well there wasn't any more junk to be looted, so I went the long way home and put the smalls into bed.
Once that was done, I told Matt I was going out a-lootin' again. And I did. Some more junk tossed streetwards, the Super Soaker and whole cache of skateboards had been snaffled. I drove further and there was the lonely telephone table. I have great plans for her.