Dump Day!

Oh, the anticipation... Lucy and I have both been learning that home renov instant gratification takes different forms. For instance, ripping up carpet tacks was lucy's thing. One of mine earlier today was peeling the chicken wire off of the inside on the side french door. Ahh.. But we both had ancipated the joy of the arrival of Todd's dumptruck to cart away our stinking (but relatively dry) pile of carpet in the driveway. We peeled it up about a week ago and have taken turns wringing our hands about when the dumptruck would arrive. Well, today was the day.

Todd couldn't be any prouder to be a dumptruck owner, I'll say that. Our Contractor MC pulled up in his red Ford DT, with the kind of paternal beam unique to contractor parents, and of course we were into that. But after the great cardio of flinging carpet into the truck, the real wonder ensued when Mick got to go to the Dump! And I'm just sayin' wow. The dump. Here's a thought I've had before: Be thankful—down-on-your-hands-and-knees thankful— that the trash truck comes by and takes your shit away every week. Because, the volume, man, the volume! More to come.