New rags for old

Cleaning has got to be accomplished this weekend. I just can’t face the funk anymore. It’s just that there is so much that needs to be done. It’s hard to get started. But I’m just gonna hit the store first, then put on some super grungey clothes and just get really nasty and not care.

Theoretically we get our new-old dryer today. Oliver calls my poor old one the Mind Scrambler because of the evil noise of grinding bearings it emits whenever you turn it on. Its probably 25 years old so what can you expect. It’s been repaired 4 times in the last 12 years so at some point you just gotta consign it to the scrap yard.
I hate throwing stuff out though. Everyone who knows me knows this. I would rather pay to have the thing repaired, the cost of new several times over, than to throw it into the landfill.

I have a secret weapon against throwing things away. If I were to put a half eaten sub on the easement by my house I swear someone would take it away. I love garbage pickers. They relieve me of so much guilt of waste. I’m surprised though because we get our stuff almost exclusively second hand. And let me tell you when it leaves this house it’s pretty thoroughly used up. But nonetheless people take it.

More power to them. Frankly my goal is to have the house so emptied out of superflousity that when the student move out happens I’ll be ready for some new stuff myself!