Hot date at the landfill
Quite a few Saturdays ago, the GG asked me out on a date. The date was to drop crapola off at the landfill. I mean the city landfill, not Our House Landfill. I very happily said yes to this date but when we got out to the landfill to dump our load, guess what? My date, the guy who asked me out, did NOT have any money. (It does cost to dump stuff). So *I* had to pay for our date. Of course the money all comes out of one pot but still.
Today, in our continuing saga of flinging stuff we do not need any more, the GG pulled together a whole bunch of shitola to get rid of. Old books, remote control helicopters, a dead TV from FlaMan’s, and I fergit what else. Don’t worry, FlaMan has a fancy new replacement for that TV so between that and the *other* TV he has, he can continue to watch Gunsmoke reruns from two rooms.
So we took remote control helicopters to the Share House and they were very happy to take them. They saw the old TV in the back seat and asked if it had a remote. Well, no, it doesn’t work at all and we weren’t intending to dump it on Share House but the Share House guy had ideas for where to take it. We took it to Best Buy and had to pay a bit to leave it there but the GG got a gift card in the same amount. I don’t really understand this transaction but whatever. We did NOT leave Best Buy with a gargantuan TV screen, thank you Zeus. I am not averse to the GG buying one if he wants one but we would have to get rid of one of the two medium-sized screens that we have.
Then it was over to Give My Books, where you drive into a small cul-de-sac to a house that “processes” used books, even ancient textbooks if I get it right. You put your books in their garage and text them to let them know you’ve made a drop off. No contact.
Our last stop was REI so the GG could look for “dog mace”. They didn’t have it but the GG thinks Ann Arbor Arms might have it. But that’s all a story for another day.
The people in the pic are not us at The Landfill. They are my parents on their weekly “date” to put the moomincabin garbage into plastic garbage cans and then into their car and then schlep it all up the hill to the pickup point. It was a “fight” every week. It was the *same* “fight” every week. I wish they had lived long enough to be able to fill up green bags and schlep them up to the tribal facility where someone comes out of the building and schleps your green bag(s) into the garbage trailer any time the place is open.
March 12th, 2026 at 11:23 am
John finally got his car packed up with junk/garbage and went off to the transfer station (fancy name for landfill) only to discover that it was “down.” They were only accepting commercial loads for some reason. He was so mad! I’ve had several dates to the Landfill, once with Henry and several times with John.