Every Single Thing Went in the Dumpster

Our elderly neighbor died and her sons are cleaning out her house, filling three dumpsters so far. They seem to be throwing out everything she owned: clothing, pots and pans, furniture, tools, old bank records, Christmas wrap, suitcases...everything.

Terry had to walk by the latest dumpster and couldn't resist peeking in. He brought home a brand new bushel basket and two new rolls of paper towels. So of course I had to run over and look, too.

I saw immediately that their goal must be to expend no energy or money on sorting, saving, or selling, which I said I could understand, but then was horrified when I saw a library book lying there. I fished it out, of course.

As long as I was at it, I claimed some other things, too, including a brand new electric frying pan that had never been opened, some retro aluminum canisters, a few canning things, a perfect aluminum muffin tin, a depression era quilt, and (Terry took this) a bowling bowl personalized with the neighbor's name, Harriet.


I think we got an early start on some Christmas shopping.

Dinner Invitation

While I was figuring out what to have for dinner last night, and wondering where Terry was, he called to say Bridget was giving him a ride home and they were on their way.

After I hung up and thought about it for a minute, I called him back.

Me: Hey, let's ask Bridget if she wants to have dinner with us.

Terry: Great! Whaddya got?

Me: Pork chops with parsley/basil sauce, and we have a ton of peppers. I'll think of something.

Terry: Bridget--stay for dinner!

I hear muffled talking.

Terry: Bridget says thanks, but she has a turkey leg in her purse.