Like a Saturday is a rest day around here!
The Boy and I loaded up a bunch of the junk that has been laying around from the construction. It was one of the first sunny, fairly warm Saturdays that we have had in a long long time.
After sorting through the junk for recyclables and actual garbage, the Boy and I headed to the dump. Greeting us at the docking area was a sign telling us all children under the age of 16 must remain in the vehicle.
It was good exercise.
And then I nearly got tears in my eyes.
No, not from the smell (although it was a bit ripe.) I saw a family drive up, back in and pitch over the side 4 fairly good looking kitchen chairs. And then 3 bicycles. And some old torn up couches. Now the couches - yes, I could see they needed to go. But those chairs! and those bikes! They looked fine from where I was standing. I thought, Wait! I'll take those. I know a place that would take those, fix them up and sell them to help the poor. Why do people throw things away like that? Items that probably still work fine? Why don't they check and see if a charity could use them? OK, I didn't see them up close. Maybe they were actually junk. But they didn't look like it. I suppose it's all in one's perspective.