Dumpster Diving

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Headed to our transfer station this morning to dispose of just one bag of trash that had chicken skin and carcass from the Thursday night soup stock.  The trash had been stored down in the crawl space but we didn't want to leave it over the weekend because by Monday morning, it would be rank.  We have the neatest ladies who run our little "dumps."  They have small guard houses equipped with A/C and heat.  They keep the dumpsters and all the recycle bins and grounds around the area picked up and as neat as pin.  Also, there is a small recycle shed where you can leave items you no longer want and are still usable, but you must take something with you.  When there is no one behind us in line to dump trash and if we have time, Cliff and I always stop and chat with whoever is on duty.  Today I had a pumpkin bread and Christmas card for Jerry so I got out to chat with her while Cliff disposed of the chicken remains............. except Cliff forgot to bring the trash out from the crawl space and put it in the truck.   So while he chatted with Jerry, I went "dumpster diving" and found a couple of paperback novels, 4 unopened packages of oak caster cup furniture protectors, and a crock pot.
I'm still looking for a nice bedroom lamp tall enough to read by. 

After three continuous days of dreary drizzle and rain, we have full sun and 48 degrees.  Tonight is the station 17 Christmas get-together. 

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