Buzzards

It's bulky pick up time again. This means that people put perfectly good stuff out on the curb for other people to pick through before The Claw gets it. Of course the perfectly good stuff is sometimes hidden by a great deal of less appetizing garbage, but if one digs, one can find gold.

Today, for instance, I found: a rusty heart-shaped cake pan, two hatchet/hammer thingies, a Skilsaw case without the saw, a heart-shaped lawn ornament, a life jacket, and a china hutch.

Pure Gold I tell you!

Just imagine how I looked walking home in my purple velvety pants carrying all that crap...:o) (except the hutch. I had to go back later and get that with Grumpy Perry) I'm sure my neighbors think I'm an absolute loon. Just thinking how absurd I must look, was making me crack up. So not only was I looking like some freaky kind of bag lady, but I was giggling maniacally to boot. I suppose I see why my daughter flees the house early so she doesn't have to arrive at school in my extremely embarrassing presence.

Now I'll have to get back to that Adirondack chair before the little Mexicans in their pick-up trucks get there to scavenge it first.