I was out the other morning walking the dogs over at the McMansion neighborhood that's across the county road from where we live.
It was before 5am so no one was out and the crossing was easy.
So we're walking along doing the sniffy thing when I see a bulky pile alongside the curb. As I got closer I could see a vacuum cleaner and an outside patio set of two chairs and a loveseat. I shined my flashlight on it and could see rust on the furniture but no breaks and the strapping looked intact.
I finished walking the dogs and went back over to inspect it further. I sat down on each piece. They were fine. Just rusted.
Since it wasn't that far away I picked up the loveseat pulled it up over my head and hauled it back to the house. And then I went and got the other two chairs.
It was a nice workout. I was sweating by the time I got back and SM was up drinking a cuppa Joe.
"I've got an early Christmas present for you." I crowed.
"Did you find a cat?" SM asked. (Geez...We really need to get him a cat.)
"No." I said, walking through the house to the backyard where I tossed the stuff over the fence. "Come out here and see what I've got."
It was still dark out as I hauled the patio set to the back porch.
"Look what I found."
"Somebody was throwing that away?" SM asked.
"Well, it was curbside. That seems to be the universal signal for come and get it."
"Seems in decent shape. We can sand off the rust and repaint it." SM said echoing my thoughts.
"I can get some cushions from Ikea for it." I continued. "And then...TaDa! Patio Furniture!"
Just like that. Rich mans trash is my treasure.
I think I'll put this set under the maple tree. It's a wonderfully cool spot to hang out at on a hot Summer day.
And just in case you were wondering, I did pass on the vacuum cleaner.
I do have my standards, you know. @;)