Our story so far: The demolition phase of our church conversion drags on.
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If we couldn’t repurpose a material ourselves, there were three ways to get rid of items in the old Methodist church we had no use for: Throw it away, give it away, sell it.
Only a few items were worth the trouble of reselling, so we opted to giveaway many miscellaneous objects, but unfortunately, we created a literal ton of garbage that was of no use to anyone.
Initially, the plan was to use the regular garbage bins to get rid of refuse. Thirty-yard dumpsters, as it happens, are expensive. And we didn’t budget for any dumpsters in the Tequila Budget. So we deluded ourselves into thinking we’d just fill our garbage cans full every week and eventually, we’d get rid of everything.
It was clear after the first week, we would get rid of all our garbage in about 2071 at that rate.
Then Tyler thought he could just bring a few overflowing truckloads to the dump.
But the nearest dump was forty miles away.
Then he thought he could order a dumpster after the first of the year. We’d just walk around our construction debris inside the church.
When the walking around became wading, he knew he’d lost the good fight. Two weeks into our demolition, Tyler gave in and ordered a dumpster. A thirty-yard dumpster was delivered the next day and filled within a week. St. Johnny, Tyler’s hired man, spent a lot of time hauling ceiling tiles, lathe and plaster to the dumpster, and even though we identified a number of items for repurposing, the basement pass-through where undoubtedly thousands of hot dishes and pies were served and the sanctuary communion rail where who knows how many sins were forgiven found their final destinies in the dumpster.
It was difficult to write a check for almost $500 just to haul away our garbage, but we ordered another dumpster to be delivered just after the New Year. Such was the price of expunging the suspended ceilings, the old carpeting and all that plaster lathe from our landscape.
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Tomorrow: A donation attempt goes awry. Read about it here.
4 thoughts on “Garbage clutters the house that has no dream”
Love the “trash talk”. Your posts always make me smile.
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Thanks for commenting (you get my sign!). P.S. loved your New Year’s letter!
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