The Hudson Valley Junk Hauler Is Me
I remember watching reruns of Sanford & Son with my dad and my mom saying, 'That's your father. He is the junk collector." I would always laugh and thing nothing of it until I became an adult and looked back at it. She was right, he was the junk collector. He had everything, even stuff he didn't need and neither did anyone else.
I have nothing to worry about because I'm not going to be like that. I'm not. I'm worse. Kind of.
I've become the junk hauler. That is actually not a fully accurate statement though because I don't haul just anything and I do it for a reason.
I'm having a hard time finding wood to burn in my fire pit and I'm getting tired of buying bundles of it so I go looking for things I can burn.
Just the other day I came home with a huge tree branch that the neighbor had cut and left in the yard. Last night I went to the neighbors because they were throwing away an old dresser. I took the drawers and spent about 30 minutes ripping apart the drawers so that I could use the sides and bottoms to burn.
Once I'm done tearing all of the nails out, I throw everything including the pieces I can't burn back out for garbage or drop it in the dumpster.
My wife says that it's becoming a thing because the neighbors will stop her and baby girl when they are out for a walk to see if I want, as she calls it, junk.
I just can't see spending my money for something that can be easily done with a little work.
I'm frugal......as dad would say.