Oh, dear. I’ve got a new paying gig. And as happens so often when I get involved in things like this, I’m wondering if I bit off (Cliché filter).
Remember those fine folks I mentioned before, who moved away and abandoned a bunch of dogs? Well, they also abandoned a bunch of trash. Lots and lots of trash.
So much trash, that the owners hired a very large dumpster. And a merely medium-sized dope to fill it.
I took a bunch of pictures this afternoon, forgetting that Wildblue still has me on time-out. It’s incredible to me that people would make such a mess of their own home, but I don’t know why. It’s not as though I haven’t seen it before.
Of course I don’t usually have to clean up after them.
Piles of broken glass. Multiple piles of broken glass, often mixed with dirt so the only way to clean it up is to shovel it up dirt and all. This makes wheelbarrows heavy, and old one-legged guys unhappy.
Did I mention this property is 40 acres, and that these people managed to despoil much of it?
I’m sure you have this problem all the time, right? When you’ve filled your burn barrel with incombustible garbage, what do you do? And of course I’m sure you choose the most pragmatic option: Dump it out in the yard and start again. Over and over.
I’m a scrounger, and a bit of a slob. Sometimes I get down on myself because parts of my yard reflect these facts. But on my worst day, I’m not white trash.
It’s gonna be a long week or two.