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even though it was on casters
Friday, August 3 2018
The big accomplishment today was a run to the Hurley transfer station. Such runs are always a bit stressful, usually because Gretchen puts more torque on the need to get rid of stuff than I am comfortable with. Today was especially bad in that regard, because she seemed to be measuring success in terms of how many runs to the dump we would do, and it was quickly becoming apparent that only one such run would be necessary (using both cars). A large fraction of the today's run consisted of carpet fragments that had been gathering sawdust in the shop unused for nearly 16 years. Clearly I was never going to use any of that, and it had been taking up a substantial amount of room. Fortunately, I could carry most of those scraps on the Subaru's roof rack, pinned down beneath a pieced of old exhaust pipe that I lashed down tightly.
One thing that had accumulated for years without any idea of how one would get rid of them was empty metal bottles that had contained propane and MAPP gas. At the dump, I was surprised to learn that they were considered scrap metal. (I'd assumed that they would be considered dangerous due to the small amounts of potentially-explosive gas within them.) We also took a great many CF bulbs to the dump, even knowing that they charge a dollar each to dispose of them. When we got there, the guy who looks like a rockstar with an interest in crystal methamphetamines told us the price per bulb was now only fifty cents. But he suggested a more economical solution would be to take them to Home Depot, where they supposedly have a way to accept old CF bulbs for free. So we took all our old CF bulbs back home with us.
This afternoon, Gretchen and I were still finding things to tidy up in the garage when a torrential downpour began. I'd just put a cat-piss-besmerched area rug out on some sawbucks and sudsed it down with laundry detergent, so the rain came as welcomed natural event. But it produced so much rain that it overflowed the gutter on the west side of the garage roof, slightly flooding the area just outside.
This evening, Gretchen and I (and the dogs) went to dinner at Ray & Nancy's house. Ray was working and so wasn't there, but Nancy was there, along with Nancy's sister Linda, Linda's husband Adam, their six year old son Jonah, and both Nancy & Linda's parents. Nancy had prepared a dinner consisting of pasta with pesto sauce and green beans.
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