In the immortal words of Mr. Matthew McConaughey: All right, all right, all right!
This little piece of paper is what I wait for every March (which, no doubt, is a sad commentary on my life).
But I digress.
I am a junker, and I like to poke my way through other people's discards, especially if they're old, and this piece of paper gives me license to do so.
It's the notice for the Annual Town Cleanup, and it begins in a mere month.
If you have been reading this blog for any length of time, you know how much fun this can be. Basically, our town is divided into different districts, and the residents of each district can put out all kinds of stuff by the curb on its designated week, which makes for a good six weeks of trash-picking.
Over the years, I have found some unbelieveable items: Christmas ornaments, scrapbooks full of vintage cards, dishes, picture frames, feedsacks, furniture, suitcases, fabric, vintage patterns. And, yes, there is a lot of true junk as well. The best kind of pile to come upon is one where clearly someone has cleaned out grandma's house, and I have been lucky enough to find a few of those. If you want to read all about my adventures with town cleanup, look at the blog's archives for the months of April and May.
In the meantime, I am hoping for a steady melting of the umpteen inches of snow on the ground, so I'm not wearing winter boots and gloves on April 7. But if I have to pick through the snow, you know what I say to that?
All right, all right, all right!