Dumpster Diving

I’m stir crazy. Saturday I developed a horrible sore throat which my doctor has assured me will soon pass as it settles either in my head or my chest. He’s a cheery fellow. 4 days at home – I can’t take it anymore. I shout “Who wants to go dumpster diving?”
Only in my home would this be met with such an enthusiastic response. Sav and Lo jumped up and down and scrambled to find their shoes.
To my horror, the “big trash” truck was already out doing his dirty work, collecting the neighborhood cast offs. I wheeled out of the alley, yelling over my shoulder to the girls “Don’t panic! He’s heading North, we’ll just get in front of him!“
This got them stirred up. They spent the next hour glancing over their shoulders and giving me progress reports.
Weaving through our neighborhood streets and alleys I managed to pass the same woman walking her dog about 4 times. I felt so bad for her as she cast a nervous glance my way. I tried to reassure her that I was not a stalker by smiling and waving. Not sure if that made it better or worse. I noticed she picked up the pace on the last corner.
At one alley I saw a man walking with a navy blue hoodie. I stopped to stare authoritatively at him just in case he was some kind of thief – I wanted him to know he was spotted. Hope my aggressive Neighborhood Watch technique worked. Unfortunately, I didn’t have time to make sure because the trash truck was rounding the corner.
We were at the end of our neighborhood. I told the girls to lay low and we would follow him to the next neighborhood and then get in front of him again. They thought this was a splendid idea, so did I. I may need an intervention.
The next neighborhood proved to be much more competitive as I saw several people out digging through the piles of big trash. Then, to my horror, 2 more big trash trucks were heading straight towards us, coming from the other direction. I wheeled around one of them and then passed the other at the corner. Just in time to, I found a lovely, large, wood framed mirror. A coat of paint and voila it will be as good as new.

I’ve always been a shameless dumpster diver but the past few years, living in the suburbs, have proven less rewarding than when we lived in Highland Park. In Highland Park people throw away really good trash – working vacuums, purses, art, pottery, furniture, any change smaller than a twenty dollar bill. Those were the good ole days. In the suburbs people throw away mostly trash. I’m not going to lie – It has been a rude awakening.



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4 responses to “Dumpster Diving

  1. athenainaminivan

    I want to go with you! We have horrible trash too. Sometime we find a goodie. I would love to do lunch. YOu all need to come over and let your girls charm my boys. You just let us know or I will call you.

  2. Anonymous

    This is a great post. I’m a garbage collector…you name it, I’ve thrown it into the truck. Ever stop and see how we take furniture and large items in the back? You’d be surprised…we get a lot of women that stop to watch it. Think they’re often just to shy to admit it.

  3. Jennie

    I am not sure how you found my blog, but yours is cute. Your girls are adorable. I bet they have daddy wrapped around their little fingers.

  4. Anonymous

    Your blog keeps getting better and better! Your older articles are not as good as newer ones you have a lot more creativity and originality now keep it up!

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