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Friday, August 26, 2022

A TRIP TO THE SALVAGE YARD


One thing about us sewists. Our stashes aren’t smelly and unsightly. Okay, they can be clutter, but they can also be controlled, and if displayed, they’re decorative. Ah, the aroma of textiles! So inspirational! Not so with the automotive stuff.

Mike cleaned the clutter of heavy old useless junk out of the south room of the barn, which he hopes to use as a garage. The old spare axle for the 1965 Barracuda was the heaviest piece. (He sold the Barracuda five years ago.) It was almost more than the two of us could do to lift it. Then there was a lawnmower hood, a lawnmower blade and housing, sundry nondescript heavy machine pieces from yesteryear, and a rusty old 5-gallon can. All of it went into the pick-up bed.

So, as we drove to town this morning, we detoured to the salvage yard. “I hope they take all of this,” muttered Mike, “or I’ll have to make a trip to the landfill.”

The salvage place was uncharted territory, and we weren’t sure where to go and what to do, but the workers were friendly and helpful. “You’ve got some pretty good iron here,” said the handler. “Pull over there and we’ll help you get it off.”

380 pounds of iron translated to $14.25. And that’s better than our paying to leave it at the landfill. Better for the landfill, too. Yay!  

BESS’ BONE COLLECTION

And speaking of stashes, Bess is collecting bones that she finds as we walk the property. When she finds one, and evidently it's not hard for her to do, she proudly carries her treasure back to the house, leaving us to finish the walk without her. KW




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