I’m happy to report that we are now officially official in our new home–we’ve been to the dump.
Yes, for the first time since we finished the move to our new home at 459 Clyde Street, we have made our first trip to the dump today. Okay, so it’s not like the first time we’ve been to the dump since coming to Newport but that was over 5 years ago and we we’re renting at the time. Now we’re home owners again–it’s different.
Thankfully, like the rest of the Vermont (or most of it anyway), not much had changed.
It was still $3.25 per bag dropped off, the same lady was behind the office desk who was there 5 years ago (hadn’t aged a single day it seemed) and the old dog that came out to greet us back then, came out to greet us today (the old boy actually looked bit younger).
My memory might be a bit faulty now but I swear you can drop off more types of stuff than you could 5 years back. This includes used oil, appliances, old furniture, illegal drugs that have gone by and the occasional corpse or two although I’ll have to ask about pricing the latter. Not that I have any illegal drugs hanging around (gave that up years ago) but I need to get the body of my ex-landlord out of the deep freeze as it’s taking up all the room at the moment.
There was also, thanks to massive effort of my honey, around a half a ton of broken down boxes of stuff that she has already unpacked and put in it’s proper place or at least within the general proximity of it’s proper place barring final movement and leveling of furniture, bookcases and knickknack shelves and such.
I’m also happy to report that my beloved old 1968 Cub Cadet lawn tractor that I purchased from the previous owners has come home from the fix-it shop complete with new blades, tune-up and new throw-out bearing (and associated pieces/parts that go with it). It’s running just grand and cut the lawn with a flourish. A rather costly repair (had to remove the engine in order to get to the throw-out bearing) but it was more than worth it.
Of course it’s raining again today but that’s okay now–we’re officially official!
Note: Alright, so I didn’t really knock off my ex-landlord and stick him in the deep freeze and the landfill really doesn’t take illegal drugs and the occasional corpse. It’s called having a sense of humor as in; I was only kidding? Now maybe that black van will stop following me around everywhere I go.
There’s no better feeling than having a big dump. Congratulations and I hope you have many more.
Catch Her – Heh, it’s quite a relief that’s for sure. Thanks for the encouragement.
Stop kidding about kidding that you bumped off the landlord – you aren’t fooling anyone.
Have you no landfill sites/old mines/old quarries in the area? I find them great for disposing of things that I don’t particularly want to advertise? The authories can be so fecking picky about their dumps these days, and what you put in them.
Grandad – Welcome back. Hope you had a grand time.
“Have you no landfill sites/old mines/old quarries in the area?”
Well, that’s what the dump is actually–a landfill. And sure there’s plenty of old quarries and such here and there but what with all the rain we’ve been having the bodies keep washing up. And really, I was only kidding about bumping off my ex-landlord. Now please stop mentioning that particular subject, I just got rid of that damn black van.
Of course I know you were only kidding. I know you wouldn’t do a thing like that.
Incidentally, it’s a good idea to defrost and clean out the deep freeze after.
Grandad – Laurie took care of that part…oh hell! I didn’t mean to say that!
I was really disappointed by your Note. But I’ve signed a two-year lease for the black van, so sorry, pal. I’ve got to follow somebody.
FYI: When my wife and I moved recently, she insisted that we keep most of the broken-down boxes. Nobody ever mistook her for an optimist.
Larry – Well, at least I know who’s following me around then. Perhaps we could stop for lunch sometime?