Wednesday, May 6, 2009
One Woman's Trash...
Is it weird that I want to go outside and root through my old neighbor's blue bin? She's been moved out for about a week now and it's driving me mad. So far, from my ever so sneaky peeking, I've spotted a gorgeous pine desk, an ironing board which unlike the one that came with our house is not burned to shreds, a calligraphy set which appears to be intact, a lovely photo frame and several other bits of useful household bric a brac.
The thing is, we've only just moved into the neighborhood and I really don't want us to get a reputation as being "THAT" family, you know, the ones with the moonshine distilling nicely out back and the grow op in the front room keeping us in the style (or lack thereof) to which we are accustomed. This is warring quite nicely with my own personal fear of becoming someone who worries way too much about what the neighbor's think. Aaaagh!
Already, our front yard is overgrown to the point where I am considering attaching a flag to the snot queen when she ventures out to play as our lawn mower is electric and can only cut grass when it is really, really dry and hasn't been rained on in several moons. As we live in Ireland, this is a rare occurence indeed.
I'm drifting away from the point though, and that my friends, is the looting of my ex - neighbor's cast offs. You see, this is what happens when you are at home all day with a baby, heavily pregnant and entering your 7th week of waiting for BT to hook up the freaking broadband (we currently can access a small measure of wireless by sitting on the counter of the utility room and holding the computer up to the window, a task which becomes ever more challenging as my pregnancy progresses.)
You spend way too much time contemplating the social ramifications of rooting through what is essentially someone elses giant bin. I could always do it under cover of darkness but somehow that is even less appealing. Besides, with the rash of robberies in the area lately, the guards would most likely be called and my night time rooting exposed for all to see.
As it is, my time for pondering is growing short as it is only a matter of time before either the bin (and my temptation) is removed or the new neighbor's arrive and dash my hopes of digging for household gold in their driveway.
What to do? What to do? What to do? Any and all advice welcome...