October 4, 2023

Superwoman of Tremendous Waste

IT’S THAT TIME of yr once more the place my circle of relatives insists I be locked up. Now not that I’ve performed anything else fallacious but—it’s simply that they know one thing embarrassing is impending. It’s the once a year or bi-annual council select up, you notice. That point of yr when distracting piles of junk—no let me rephrase—somebody else’s treasure lies at the curb for all to look. The very innards in their soul lie bare for public perusal.

The final select up was once dismal. Even for a seasoned fixer-upper like myself, there was once little to mend. It was once already damaged. Not anything to color—it was once past redemption. The GFC had left a ruthless aftermath. There was once not anything price salvaging from the piles of flagrant garbage that lay scattered forlornly on curbs.

This yr seems moderately extra encouraging. Early sightings had been certain. Furnishings seems complete and wholly salvageable. A lawn pot, noticed, however no longer taken, is intact. I’ve already helped myself to a superbly just right e-book case. But the concept that I’m at the prowl is inciting sheer terror in my circle of relatives. The reminiscence of the three-legged lawn arch is a long way too recent of their minds.

This was once the yr I needed to abort the primary try at squeezing a steel lawn arch into my diminutive run- about, pressured as a substitute to cover the arch in within sight bush and go back at nightfall with a larger automotive and 3 youngsters. The truth that the arch had one leg lacking didn’t deter my passion. I had visions for my arbour.

As I write, a creeper grows majestically over my in finding. And but, my triumph is tainted by means of the concept that the retrieval of the three-legged arch is a tale I do know my youngsters have saved away in ‘probably the most embarrassing factor Mother ever did’ reminiscence financial institution. I do know they’ll recount the adorned story to my grandchildren when I’m previous and fragile.

The reality of the topic is, they have got little to concern. I glean, I don’t indiscriminately snatch. The treasures I in finding are required, no longer merely saved away for a wet day. I’m no hoarder. And nor am I a slimy reseller. I wouldn’t have the time or power to troll the neighbourhoods from first light to nightfall with a trailer, (umm, somebody personal one?).

Certainly, my act of retrieval is a selfless one. I like to be referred to as a drive-by recycler. I’m a wanton superwoman of super-waste. I’m a selfless one-woman crusader in opposition to our throwaway society, one who shamelessly discards previous for brand spanking new.

Be again in a tick … there’s a lawn pot that wishes choosing up…

Originally posted 2020-08-05 23:09:30.