Previously, MCG noted
Uncle Michael's agitation upon finding a refrigerator at CGF that, he surmised, did not belong to us. Clever Uncle Michael apparently photographed this discovery. So here's his visual record of refrigerator discovery and removal. First, keen eyes spot the appliance in the ditch at the end of our driveway. "Thunder!" says UM:
But not to worry. It's a simple matter to load the fridge onto your bale stabber, secure it with chains, and pay $3 to offload at the dump. Ta-da! Bagged it!
A misplaced refrigerator is no match for UM's mighty bale stabber. Only wish we could deliver it to the person who lost it.
--MCG
A misplaced refrigerator is no match for UM's mighty bale stabber. Only wish we could deliver it to the person who lost it.
You could ship all those refrigerators back to Austin, where the city has a fridge recycling program. Oh, wait, the fridges have to be in good working order, not dumped sideways into the creek. Never mind.
ReplyDeleteI say "thunder!" when my neighbors' candy wrappers and cigarette butts get blown into my yard, but at least I don't need a stabber to pick them up. (I get back at them by reporting them when they water too much.)
Good job, Brother Michael, on using heavy machinery to get rid of the fridge. I'm sorry that I suggested you looked like Orville Redenbacher. It sounded funny, though. -z
a most enjoyable ramble through country living. i recall picking up the detritus left at the low bridges near our hill country place, altho i think it is a shame when the city suburbanites hide their collections of earthly wealth behind their double garagedoors. my family never threw anything away. "what!!! we paid good money for that in 1948." i know the rule of thumb down sough; if it cannot be nailed to the barn wall, it has got to go. thank you for this addictive blog. your austin friend, the worn sock
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