A Whirlwind Of Energy

Not really.  Energy is something that went bye bye about two birthdays ago.  I do actually have the want, just not the get up and go.

I was up early to finish packing for the trip to the dump.  I haven’t been there since I was probably ten.  It used to be you just drove in, dumped your stuff and waved at the guy soon to be scrounging through your throwaways for stuff he could sell.  Once in a blue moon someone would run a caterpillar up over the top.

I stopped for two seconds on the way out to admire my hydrangea.  Once a year they are downright pretty!

What a difference a few years makes at the dump.  Now you drive on to the scales, one at a time, and wait for the guy ahead to pay his deposit (just to be sure you don’t run off without paying the “official” dollar amount) and pick up three sodas and two candy bars.  No kidding, they sell food here?

With my tag in hand and sketchy directions, I headed off to locate the appliance dump.  The old microwave was past it’s prime.  With no one to direct me, I just dumped it on the ground.  Next up, I got in line to drop off the wood.  At one point I jumped out and ran to the guy behind me, asking if he had any idea where in the heck I was supposed to go.  He didn’t have a clue.

At last a nice man said I was going the wrong way.  Lucky for me, that meant I wasn’t going to have to pay the big bucks.  He called in the change and backed me into a pile of logs.  

Ten minutes later I had unloaded 260 pounds of wood.  How could that be?  No wonder my back hurt this morning.  On the way out, I was just praying I didn’t get a flat tire with all the nails and broken glass.  

After another even longer wait in line, I was weighed out the door with a $20 bill.  I too had to pay a $40 deposit.  Just like McDonalds, I got change back.  No pictures, as it was all I could do to keep from getting run over by about twelve HUGE garbage trucks dumping in the exact same spot as me.  It was exciting, to say the least.  Everyone was honking and waving their arms like it was the fourth of July.

Back home, I worked on my cooking skills, taking a chance on scones.  I love scones if they aren’t too dry.  With a brand new bakery recipe in hand, I whipped them up in record time.  Weirdest recipe ever.  No milk, no eggs, no butter, no shortening … just cream, flour, baking powder, salt and the flavoring of your choice.  

I was even able to scrounge up some sugar chunks for the top.  Not near sweet enough, I smothered them in a fresh lemon glaze.  Woohoo that made my mouth pucker!!  I gave them the real test this morning with my coffee.  They get a B+.  Next up, either maple or blueberry.  I apologize I can't give out the recipe.  It did come from a bakery and I promised not to give it away.

With those done, I spent another 30 minutes getting soaked in the back yard, trying to figure out why I have these big brown spots in my lawn.  One sprinkler was plugged with blue stuff, maybe pipe glue (?) and one was completely buried under mud.  Oh the fun!!

I’m off this morning early to drop my truck at the repair shop.  After that, an eye appointment.  Assuming I can see, I’ll drive back home and call everyone I know for a ride to get my truck.  Worst case, I can walk.  It’s only about four miles.  I have to work off those scones somehow!!