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February 21, 2012

Picked up a wardrobe box full of fake snow from a pre-school last week and brought it to the flea market where it sat unmolested.

For every item there is a season, turn turn turn. It was not fake snow’s season.

A prop shop offered to take it for free and it’s on the way to the dump so why not? Saves the dump fee.

Still, so much is thrown out and it’s because for every thing there is a season and no one can afford storage. Fashion cycles every twenty years but who can handle looking at those pants you’ll never wear for that long?

600 pounds of dirt went to the dump today. That makes no sense.

Good night.


  1. Doesn’t the Dump have a place for dirt? Then the city or someone uses it again? I could have used that dirt. Probably need more than 600lbs though.

    Comment by al — February 23, 2012 @ 1:22 am

  2. Thing about life is, when you have 600 pounds of dirt you want gone, nobody’s around to take it. Even with the internet.

    Comment by Rolston — February 24, 2012 @ 1:06 am

  3. thanks for share!

    Comment by Adriana — February 24, 2012 @ 1:06 pm

  4. RE: i should don’t
    Never let writing get in the way of one’s drinking.

    Comment by George — February 24, 2012 @ 8:15 pm

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