Friday started off in a paperwork funk. I worked, Carrie worked, Shane gorged electronically. The work didn't last as long, and midday brought a funny feeling of energy without focus.
Then, Carrie had the idea to go to the dump.
Goodbye, Porch Couch. It was time.
I pulled the broken glass off the back of my phone with some pliers. Now, all my pictures are blurry.
Unless, I flip the phone around and take selfies.
Let me take you along on our journey to the dump!
I didn't take any pictures of throwing anything away, but there was a "Last Chance!" shop.
Now we know where the dump is and how it works. It's not rocket science, but that helps avoid any unpleasantness (such as the dump was cash or check only - no cards).
Pretty mountains in the background.
We left before it stormed. I went on the porch to listen to the rain, but Shane tagged along. It's hard to hear anything other than him when he sits and beat boxes in your ear.
Going to the dump was the turning point of the day. How many other people would that say?
Going to the dump sounds like fun! That's really good that they have a "last chance" stop. I used to get so frustrated with neighbors in South Run who set out perfectly useful things for the trash collection instead of giving the items to some charity. Hopefully, Fairfax County also has a "last chance" area at their dump. We're tickled that you remember how much you and your siblings loved playing in the rain in Texas.
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