Pumped for the Dump - The De-Hoarding Campaign

We made up for last weekend's failure to make two dump runs, by hauling FIVE  truck loads to the dump this weekend. It was hot, dirty work and and I still have a few aches and bruises today. We found out the town had changed one of their rules to our benefit - electronics can be dropped off for recycling for free. We were able to put together an entire load of old computers, monitors, printers, TVs, VCRs and DVD players. I know that sounds nuts to have been storing this stuff for years, but as I mentioned in the comments of a prior entry, you used to have to wait for a specific collection day to get rid of electronics, and we always forgot which day it was.

The old dump guys are real characters. The Dump Master reminded me of a short "On Golden Pond" Henry Fonda, complete with fishing hat and fatherly advise on how to load and sort our junk. There was an almost carnival like atmosphere over at the crushable, combustible junk compactor, with one of the dump guys shouting out encouragements like "throw hard," "aim for the middle", and "good toss", as people attempted to throw their junk about 6 feet to hit the compactor opening. The dump guy over at the wood bin took notice of some of our wood, and asked us how old our house was. He mourned the rotted condition of the old beam we were tossing, and managed to salvage a bundle of wood trim  from our pile to keep for himself, explaining to me how it was originally made.