Sidenote: We rented it from Vern’s Dumpsters. I’m always a fan of supporting local businesses, and Vern lives three doors down from us. We’d seen his truck parked out front, sometimes with a dumpster in tow, sometimes not. Turns out that in addition to be being close by, he’s also a nice guy and easy to work with.
But back to my feelings of ambiguity. As an aspiring minimalist, it felt damn good emptying out our garage and porch. That’s where we’d been storing everything. All the construction refuse that we’d been collecting since we got the note from the city telling us we can’t put that stuff in our trash can for weekly pick up. Broken pallets, tile, lath, plaster, old cabinets, etc. It all just sat around and collected for the last…year.
Here’s the other side of that. I’d really rather reuse things, or donate them to be reused. Some of that stuff was in decent condition, but we don’t want it, and we don’t want to leave it for the future owners, or pay to ship it when we move back to Washington. Doors, pieces of drywall and two by fours, storm windows that don’t fit and aren’t needed now that we installed new windows that hold the heat better. I did keep a few things that I’ll be dropping off at Habitat for Humanity, but for the most part, they didn’t want this stuff either.
I keep thinking about Dee Williams, who built a tiny house and painstakingly measured and drew up plans so as to use as much material as possible. I, on the other hand, bought a six foot board, cut it down to three and a half feet and threw the other two and a half feet in the dumpster. Ok, I didn’t do that with every board. I was semi-conscious of conservation, but I wish I’d done more.
Back to being a minimalist though. We had a lot of things that we’d kept because we might, some day, turn it into a bookshelf or coffee table like so many Pinterest photos had almost inspired us to do. But we weren’t quite inspired enough to get around to it. Feels good to let that dream die and have more space instead.
We do however have some leftover pieces of butcher block from remodeling the kitchen, and I swear we’re making bedside tables. So the dream isn’t completely dead.