Bulk Trash

Bulk trash was picked up this week, an overdue opportunity for me to clear out the garage, again. I'm divided on this subject — I try very hard to be conscious of the amount of waste I'm responsible for (and I've been doing so long before it became fashionable for idle suburbanites with too much time on their hands to, say, have a small compost bin in their backyard, so they could delude themselves into believing this was somehow making a difference). But the chance to rid myself of the unnecessary clutter that has accumulated through the years — most of that from my wife — is just too difficult to resist.

Perhaps it all balances out — someone up the street had thrown out a not-too-old wooden desk that just needs a bit of sanding and a new coat of stain, and perhaps a coat of varnish to make it attractive once more. It now sits in my newly organized garage, where it will become either an occasional project or a temporary obsession. Watch this space.