A little less than two weeks ago, I called to have a dumpster delivered. I asked David how big it should be and he thought a 20 yard dumpster would be good. When I called, she didn’t have a 20 yard dumpster available for two weeks but could deliver a 40 yard dumpster the next day.

I said, “Wow, that’s gotta be pretty big.”

“It’s huge,” she said.

Still, she could get it to me the next day and it was actually cheaper than the 20 yard dumpster I had priced at another place so I told her to go ahead and bring it.

Well, guess what? I filled it up!

There’s something vaguely embarrassing about being able to fill a 40 yard dumpster (which is indeed HUGE) but I will tell you, it was all garbage.

As I went through the contents of the Big House, it became apparent that David and I had cornered the market on cardboard. So much of what I threw away was just cardboard boxes.

I like the plain brown type. Hey, you never know when you will need to mail something.

He likes the multicolored variety that you get when you buy something. “I was afraid we would have to return them so I kept the boxes,” he said.

I was supposed to have the dumpster until next Tuesday but after a run-in with some dumpster divers on the second day I had it, I decided I didn’t want to leave it unattended the whole weekend while I was in Oklahoma City so I arranged for them to pick it up this morning.

After I placed the “Danger of death” signs on it, I had no more visitors. 😉

It was full. There’s not much else to throw away.  I got lots of bruises.

Next week, it’s on to re-boxing the rest of the stuff we are keeping from the Big House and loading the PODS container and having it taken away.

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