While I was in yoga class this morning and class this afternoon, Richard was slogging away at the other place. We still had the mattress and box springs, huge old console tv, the bbq, and assorted crapola in the kitchen to dispose of. But when I came in, all of that was gone! What a miracle! I knew R couldn't have done it on his own; he has only an aged (1988) Honda Civic that barely limps along. So what happened?
The story he told me was amazing!
We have lived in this place for 9 years, right next to the dumpster, but apparently we never noticed the scavengers who come twice a week to salvage metal for scrap. While Richard was pondering how he was going to get rid of all this stuff, he looked out the window and saw a tough looking couple pull up to the dumpster in a truck and start picking through the trash, filling the truck with bags of the very things he had just thrown away. So he invited them in, and told them to take their pick.
He said that they almost cried when they saw the bbq! And the tv apparently also filled their hearts with joy. So he showed them the mattress too, and they filled up a truckload, promising to come back Friday for the rest.
The house is now almost empty. We just about emptied the fridge too. There are still dishes and other things in the cupboards. In fact, I was planning to make supper this evening, but I just realized we didn't bring any dishes. Silverware yes, but no dishes.
It's always something.