It is often and truly said that one man’s trash is another man’s treasure, and I have no doubt that if I took every bit of the stuff I dealt with this morning, buried it in a cave, and came back for it 10,000 years from now it’d be worth a frickin’ fortune.
But really this morning’s adventure just turned into loading garbage into the Jeep trailer, to go straight to the dump.

I ran out of trailer before I ran out of junk, and the back of the Jeep was stuffed with cardboard I brought home for the burn barrel. Precisely why the only guy in the neighborhood with his own Dumpster allowed this much detritus to pile up is a mystery. But if you looked around my yard you’d probably conclude that I’m nobody to talk.
There’s another smaller pile of stuff to go to the thrift store and I need to go back right now and get it under cover, but first I needed some lunch.
















































It’s an axiom or sumthin’: The amount of crap on hand expands to fill the space available.