This weekend, we made a routine trip to the local garbage dump. Normally, we are instructed to drop off our bags in Bin #2, which is not very exciting because just black garbage bags are thrown into that bin - nothing worth snooping around in. This time, however, we were told to drop off our garbage in the Dry Cell, which is way in the back of the dump, away from the sinister eyes of the fellow garbage-drop-off people. As I got out of the truck to help Jeff unload the trailer, I became, er, distracted by a desk that I saw laying at the edge of a pile. After inspecting the desk, I decided I wasn't interested in it (after all, I'm no lowly garbage picker - I have standards!), but hey, how about that chair - it has nice lines (hmm, it only has two legs), and, hey, what's that over there? Before I knew it, I was climbing over TV's and boxes (which were nicely folded - why didn't someone put them in recycling?), scavenging my way into oblivion. In reality, it was only for about a minute or so (I'm sure my dear hubby was watching me out of the corner of his eye, and was emptying garbage as fast as he could to get me out of there before I had any "ideas"). Then, I saw a book laying on the ground. Curious, I picked it up, flipped it over, and saw this:
In. perfect. condition. No banana peel stuck to it. No gum. No pages water-stained from some mom dunking the edges of the book in the tub while reading (has that happened to you?). Just an orphaned book, crying out to be loved by a new owner. At least that's what I heard. I recognized the author and title. I did a brief happy dance, envisioning that the keys to being a perfect mom lay within the pages of my new find.
On the drive home, I heard my husband's mutter something about disinfectant or something. I enthusiastically and cheerfully dismissed his gentle rebuke, assuring him that the infinite wisdom I would attain from reading this book would far outweigh any germ-derived disease I acquired from its pages. For good measure, I did spray and wipe it when we got home. :)
I found one more item this weekend, but I will keep you in suspense because it needs a little tweaking before I can show you all. I know, you're all holding your breath with anticipation.......
How about you? Has you ever picked up something from a garbage dump, or curbside on garbage day?
5 comments:
I remember finding old teddy bears at the garbage dump as a kid...and they always smelled like burning rubber. Hopefully, your book smells straight off the shelf of Chapters. :)
We were at the dump this weekend too! We could have double dated!:P
We were dumping in a wet cell this time, i was gagging in the truck from the smell while my kids were trying to catch a cat.... needless to say, we didn't take anything home. Not that I'm above that though - I TOTALLY would scavenge too, despite the pretty signs saying not to.
There are signs????!?
I smelled my book, and it smells like fresh air. Maybe a few weeks of hanging around outside does that. :) PS. Did anyone ever WASH your teddy bears?!
Yup! There are signs, right at the entrance. I pretend to be illiterate;)
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