It’s spring clean-up week in my town, which is when everyone puts all their unwanted household things at the curb to be collected by the trash collectors—or scavenged by dumpster divers like me who can always find a use for something its owner doesn’t want. We’re not pack rats, by any means, but we have collected a few practical things over the years. But, we’re also always “redding out,” as my Pennsylvania grandparents used to call it. I’m both amazed and dismayed at the things people throw away: perfectly usable or fixable furniture, electronics (which may or may not work), garden hoses, patio furniture, Christmas decorations, vacuum cleaners (lots and lots of vacuum cleaners), appliances, barbecue grills, and lawn mowers. And then there are all the miscellany that truly is junk. In years past, Hubby and I have driven around town scouting for usable “junk.” We’ve scored a brand new hand axe, bird baths, wood scraps (used in the garden), aforementioned patio furniture, planting pots, carpet remnants, which we use to pimp out the garage, and I’m sure many other finds. Today I scored a broken table lamp that is easily fixable (for our basement when it’s finished) and aforementioned garage carpeting (ours has reached that yuck stage). I saw many other things I would have rescued if I had a storage barn and the time to refurbish the salvageable items—or the money to pay someone else to do it—and then donate those items to my local furniture bank. There are folks who drive around with pickups and trailers, hauling away treasures. I wish more would do that. This year, Hubby didn’t want to drive around, choosing to water his garden, which was probably the better choice.