I just returned from a painful walk around the block. Not because I'm physically out of shape (Ok, well maybe that too), but because my timing was too late. In walking through a nearby well-to-do neighborhood, I realized it must be garbage day as all of their garbage dumpsters and bags were by the curb. As I walked, I began to pass piles of things that I wouldn't call junk. In fact, I realized I had just hit the jackpot in finding treasure! I passed a couple wooden deck chairs in great shape - probably just needed a couple big cushions. I passed a child's car booster seat and high chair/booster seat. I passed a bunch of little white picket fencing, like what you'd place around a flower bed. I began to walk faster, getting excited about the goodies I could bring home later once Matt was home from work & I had access to the car. At the moment, I wasn't able to take any action as I was on foot with the baby in the stroller.
But then, as I got to the end of the housing complex and turned the corner back to the main street, a dump truck passed me, turning into the complex road. UGGGHHH!! Now all of those lovely items are headed to a landfill somewhere. Now that's truly painful.