March 26, 2019
The weather is nicer and I have been enjoying "working" in the yard in the afternoons. Adding dirt and compost to the raised beds, improving the dirt (hopefully towards soil) in the beds by the house by adding compost...
Along the creek bank I noticed some largish rocks that I knew would be an issue when we go to mow so I decided to move them. I noticed something else in the creek bank and went down to investigate...
It was a toilet seat, with a full one toilet, broken into many, many pieces.
I know some "country" people pick somewhere and create their own "dump." We have found what we think was the remnants from a box spring, full on bags of garbage partly buried, tons of contributions to our tetanus bucket (a metal bucket we put random metal stuff that we don't plan to use but want contained until we are ready to take it to a recycling place), many, many items that one of our daughters named "treasures" last summer.
The toilet was different for me for a different reason. For years I have lamented that I wish I was strong enough to move a toilet. The few times we have needed to pull up our toilet over the years I have to wait for my husband to be available. This time I was able to move it myself, though it filled 3 boxes, and they were heavy, I could move them by myself. I have now moved a toilet and don't have a strong desire to ever do it again :)
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