I love this town especially for it’s dumpsters. Down in Amerikkka, they don’t have dumpsters. Not like this. Here we have several of them, and you say the dumpster but you mean a big circle of dumpsters and a covered platform (the give-away platform) that is a big chaos of clothes and furniture and stuff.
Last night I went to the other dumpster in the two-AM-dark with a flashlight and picked my way through the circle of dumpsters. It was me and another woman. We didn’t talk. I started on the side opposite her, worked my way around. I found a bookshelf, but not much else that I wanted.
Today I went to the dumpster on the other side of town with my sister. On the way we picked up a hitchiker who lived near the dumpster. “I call it the mall,” she laughed, leaning into me with her hard liquor breath before we let her out.
At the dumpster I got:
Three tiles to put on my new kitchen counter, because it seems like I have a new kitchen counter, or I’m probably about to. (Keep your fingers crossed.)
One big brand new thermos.
A nice big wire basket.
A really nice wood dish rack. You know, the fancy laminated kind.
Two big grocery bags of fur scraps – hare, fox, and a luscious black fur that I’m not sure about. I can get cheap leather mittens and sew the fur on like trim and bead them. I could sew them all together and make a hat of patchwork strips. And still have lots!
Some fancy paper.
And aÂ pretty shiny red toolbox.
Tomorrow I will probably work, because I haven’t in a couple weeks and I want some money.