Monday, June 30, 2014

Dirty Work

With the front porch demolished, I was left with two ginormous, ugly heaps of debris.

This one, on the front porch:
 And this one, in the side yard:
I was also left with the problem of what to do with all that junk.  Most of it was too big to fit in a trashcan, so renting a dumpster seemed like a good idea--that is, until I found out the trash company charges $220 for a small dumpster.  That was about twice what I'd budgeted for debris removal, and y'all know how cheap I am.  After about a week of pondering various options, I learned that a town 45 minutes away has a landfill that allows non-residents to dump there, so a friend with muscles and a truck and trailer came over and we hauled all that junk to the landfill.  It was 93 that day with 80% humidity and strong winds.  Standing on the back of the truck throwing stuff into a big dumpster felt like being in the hubs of Hell.  I don't think I've ever been more hot, filthy, and tired.

But now it's gone, except for this little pile of junk that I need to scoop up into trash bags.
That is, if it ever stops raining.

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