Dumpster Diving

There is a bit of swelling pride that fills my soul when I admit, freely, that I have been a dumpster diver.  I think it can all be linked back to memories of my first bicycle.  My dad brought it home with him after he had been to the local landfill. It wasn’t the prettiest thing in the world, but after a little work, my dad presented it to me.  The first thing he did was tell me to get on and gave me a push down the hill and that is how I learned to ride a bike!

I can say that I am guilty of getting quite a few things out of the dumpster.  Among the items I‘ve gleaned from the waste of others are:  computers, furniture, books, movies, collectible magazines, and even a radio.  I guess I caught the bug from my father and it was nurtured by my older brother.  Any way you look at it, it’s in my blood.

One of the drawbacks of being a dumpster diver is that it also leads to being a pack rat.  This quality makes my better half cringe.  She doesn’t understand the whole hoarding thing.   I don’t blame her.  When I moved in with her, I had to leave behind a lot of stuff in a storage shed.  Now, I just need to find the time to go through all of it and maybe have a yard sell or something.

Well, that about wraps this up for now, and if you have any 1970s FisherPrise “Little People”, you might want to keep them out of my sight.  I’ve been looking for the doggie for a few years.  😉