Twice a year, our village sponsors Clean-Up Week, a curbside bonanza of worn furniture, large and small appliances, construction materials, buckets of paint, pretty much anything goes. Consequently, junking has become its own sport, and the majority of the piles are carted away in pick-up trucks, on flatbed trailers, or hanging from the rear of sagging hatchbacks before the garbage man ever makes his scheduled rounds. It’s a win-win-win situation. Instead of ending up in a landfill, my junk finds its way into the hands of resourceful folks who will repurpose it. But beware, there is a fine line between collecting stuff for reuse and obsessively hoarding stuff you “might need someday.” If you are not sure which side of the line you fall on, check your garage. If it’s bulging at the seams and stuff avalanches into your driveway when you open the door, get yourself some professional help before it’s too late.
THE BEATITUDES, REPURPOSED
Blessed are the junkers,
for theirs is the curbside kingdom.
Blessed are the creative,
for they shall see possibilities in every pile.
Blessed are they who hunger and thirst for a pick-up truck,
for they shall haul away their fill.
Blessed are the flexible in color,
for they shall have an everlasting supply of free house paint.
Blessed are the innovators and builders,
for they shall sow seed in greenhouses made of discarded windows.
Blessed are the tinkerers,
for their offspring shall race go-carts powered by old Toro engines.
Blessed are the reupholsterers,
for they shall find rest and comfort upon the fruits of their labor.
Blessed are those persecuted for the sake of their scavenging,
for they shall be awarded all the junk in the divorce.
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