It’s not hoarding if it’s useful


I gave Estelle a new brooch and, no kidding, it started raining the next day.

It started raining last Thursday. Mostly just showers, but a few hours steady. Enough that I can turn off my sprinklers, and that’s money in the bank.

This morning it’s just dumping. Good thing we got a “new” rain barrel the other day.


Some long time neighbors were moving, and they had piled their unwanted hoard on the sidewalk in front of their house, alongside a trailer loaded with absolute garbage. They bid us to help ourselves.

The rain barrel looked almost new, I was compelled to ask them if they had put it in the “out” pile by mistake, but a little voice in the back of my head said, “just load it in the truck!”

There was a shelf unit, big like we needed and in good shape, lots of shelf space for the tools that had been laying all over the work bench. This was something I’d actually been looking for, watching “free” piles all over town.  It’s not exactly stylish, but it’s tall, sturdy, and has room for more shelves.


But there was more stuff.  It was like walking into a saloon after an AA meeting. There was a pair of iron legs, looked like they were from a work bench, old and ornate, but for some practical use. There are holes where wood was attached, and you can still read “Sears and Roebuck” in the iron.  They both had a hinged piece, and after my husband gave them a good blast with our pressure washer, the hinges became movable again.

Suddenly we realized what we had – these desks were still in use in Glenn County schools when I was a kid.


We showed our son, who enjoys wood working, and he thought it was a good score.

Remember, it’s not hoarding if it’s useful!









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