We don’t have
trash pickup, so whenever the trash reaches the tolerance threshold, off we go
to the local landfill. Recycle bins get
more frequent visits.
New tractor tires
plus garage door replacements and new barbecue assembly left quite a bit of
residue, so time for a trip to the landfill.
Step one, change
forks on Farmhand. That is a bit of a
challenge with the tractor not running that well, but it got done.
Put the tire on
the fork, raise tire to pickup level, roll tire from fork to pickup bed, repeat
three more times and Voila!
The time-consumer
was separating the metal frame from the fiberglass garage door panels. Add the
door tracks and a few other items, and off we go.
The landfill site
is quite well kept, really. Those hills
in the background are all manmade.
Check in and pay
the fee, about $50. Three stops: tire pile, trashpit, and metal pile.
Do you have new respect for manmade mountains now that you see what they are made from?
See what you miss by having trash pickup? I tell you life on the farm is sometimes terribly exciting.
Anyway, my trash is
somebody else’s problem now, so off I go,
checking out the newest wind generator sites as I head for home. The final leg of my journey is blocked by a
white pickup—a crane is coming down the road.
Certainly not an endangered species in this neighborhood right now.
I explain I’m
only going a half mile to my driveway and I can beat the crane hands down. Besides, it wasn’t coming as far as the
driveway. It meandered onto our place.
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