Midnight Confessions

Confession is good for the soul...so they say. I'm going to let you into a redneck side of me you might never see. In our neighborhood we have a specific "trash day" where the city comes buy and picks up your trash. You put household garbage on one side and lawn cuttings or tree trimmings on the other. Though you can't put out hazardous waste, they take pretty much ANYTHING you put out. The night before trash day you will see refrigerators, couches, cribs, plastic statues, and other random large items.

Some of this stuff is in pretty good shape. When I first moved here I was horrified to see neighbors pull up and go through the bigger items. However, after a few of my own late night runs to collect items put out for the trash, it doesn't seem like such a big deal. The largest thing I ever pulled out of a trash pile was a 3-seater couch with lovely wooden legs. The upholstery was trashed and the springs a bit worn, but within a months time I had reupholstered it in a lovely faux-Italian tapestry print and re-stained the woodwork. It sold at a consignment shop later that summer.

I haven't gone trash scouting in many years, but tonight I saw the neighbors put out a pretty decent love seat. It called my name and I slipped out to check it out. The couch in question sat under a roll of old carpet padding and trash bins full of construction trash. I slowly got closer to try to identify why this couch was put out. (Smells...bad stains). The upholstery is worn, but the springs are good(no funky smells). I was so tempted to just get a cart and wheel it to my garage. The thing is headed to the dump!!!

But then I was thinking...how in the world would I tote it when I move across the country. With my insane school schedule this summer when would I upholster it? And even if I DID upholster it...where would I put it? There is a part of me that just says "I have to go get it"

Since my dad's back isn't so good it would be quite a scene...me with a rusty, squeaky cart rolling down the street with a love seat. Hmmmm...Yes, now you all know how truly ghetto I am. Well I'll sleep on it...the trash guys won't be around till at least 6am...there is still time.

O, and the craziest part of the story...two guys whistled at me as I was looking at the couch as they drove by...yep nothing more attractive than a girl digging through trash. (I certainly hope they were joking)