Saturday was some kind of international recycling day, so our neighbourhood had a “community treasure hunt” which involved people dumping stuff they don’t want at their kerb and other people coming along and taking it for free. We put out a futon mattress, a couch, a box of cards, some blinds, a broken shutter, an old lamp, some plastic platters and a backpack. Everything got taken except for the backpack. I was expecting everything to be grabbed by greedy dealers, but for the most part they looked like normal folk.
Yesterday we went to a BBQ with friends. It was Aidan’s first real social engagement, and he thoroughly enjoyed himself, as did we. Good food (if you want to make broccoli taste good, just add bacon), too much beer, and I even managed to get a game of Magic in. I got thoroughly beaten, but it was still fun.
The trouble with doing stuff at the weekend is that the weekend flies by so much faster. I can’t believe it’s Monday morning already.
Hear! Hear!
My hometown has a spring cleaning weekend when the garbage people will take away anything you give them, so the weeks leading up to that see big piles of old furniture and whatnot in front of everybody’s house. It’s not uncommon to see people stop and poke around, looking for something they can use. Fun times.