As another Lame Cherry exclusive in matter anti matter.
I'm really at home in junk piles. The things that people throw away I relish. They also tell a great deal about people in an archeological forensic psychology.
Take for example the Belove Uncle. You would fill your pocket with the things he threw away in his life. He only bought what he needed and if it was thrown out, it was scraps.
Take for example the wicked uncle, in I am both perplexed and puzzled by his reign of ruin on our family's property.
I think i have counted 10 radios he has thrown out. There are 3 microwaves and shoes and recliners for a lifetime, and he has not been there that long. The one microwave he literally melted it down. I know this, as I was looking for used ones to use for incubators, but he just could not throw things away, he had to throw things literally away with fury and destroy them.
An apartment sized electric stove I found, had all the doors blown off by force, and I have no idea what happened to the burners or the racks. It is like things exploded when he was done with them, save for beer bottles. They always were intact, many with the tops screwed back on.
This though is about the art of the junkyard dive. Most of you have no idea in how to manage a junk pile, as the good things rarely are ever on top. You are talking about years of junk, new trash on top, and leaves upon leaves piled up, decomposed and turned into dirt. It is allot of work to get into a junk pile, unless you know what you are doing.
Today for example, I was perplexed, as I struck gold. See I was bright enough to start in a spot which had old flooring on top. Yes that meant what was underneath was years of protection, and I did quite well, but was perplexed.
As I was digging around, out rolled a screwdriver, which was perfectly good. Then there were two electric antique coffee pots, and the real gem of a camp percolator, large size coffee pot. Again why throw this away as it was in better shape than the ones I have acquired. In fact, in this, I spotted a handle, and attached was a TFal non stick pan, better than the ones I got out of the Thrift. It just puzzles me, but near as I can figure as Grandpa never threw anything away, the Aunt stole all the pans when Gram died, and Beloved Uncle was not like accumiliating things, that these things must have been on the place when Uncle died, and wicked one just trashed it all, and it is not like wicked one's shit is anything special or gold plated. He just was throwing out his brother's things to get rid of him, so he could be lord of the turd hole.
I think there are like 3 vaccums trashed out there too. This guy has gone through more stuff in a few years than most people do in several lifetimes.
I asked TL about it and TL said, "He must of never cleaned anything. He just let it get dirty to the point it would not work and then threw it out, and got something new".
That would make sense as he had a real problem with microwaves in the one that is in the house now has rust chips flying off of it when you run it.
So that is the art of the junk pile dive. Just kind of stand there and let it talk to you. It will talk to you, and then look for an opening go at it. I have been on dives that I just sat for an hour digging out cans, to the point that the top started to collapse, but in the end I started getting to things which matterd to me.
I fully intend to drink coffee, blueberry coffee out of this pot, and fry up things in this pan as I figure these were the Grandparents and Beloved Uncles. But of course they were not to be given to me, just thrown away, as that is where the real psychopathy and power is.
I have been puzzling over shit though the past few years, in Beloved Uncle's brothers. It was awhile after he died, that the other brother passed on, and his wife gave me a gun which was Uncles. A few years ago the wicked one had a barrel of shit stuff, he gave to me. He never gives anything away, so I have always wondered just how much that bunch cheated us out of things and that was soothing their conscience. Yes give a junk barrel away, but it makes me wonder what is really going on with all of that over there.
So if any of you ever do get to purcahse some property, and it has a junk pile on it, you have hours of entertainment there, as I see projects galore and once I get to digging I find all sorts of things. I like autumn in junk piles, as the mosquitoes are done, and in spring it is usually wet. Leaves falling, but that is a problem in hiding things, but it is pleasant on warm autumn days sitting in the junk and having the breeze speak to you.
Once again, another Lame Cherry exclusive in matter anit matter.
Nuff Said'
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