March 26, 2012

It’s the afternoon of garbage day – not the best time, as a lot of people still don’t have their stuff out. Pickup around my area is about 7 or 8, and there’s a fair bit of stragglers. I decided to go to my friend’s house and give her dog a walk, as good an excuse as any to take a walk. It’s a chilly day, and there’s a wind that made me wish I wore gloves. We’re coming off some record-breaking warm weather here (26 degrees!), so I wasn’t quite prepared. 

I do work as a mover, on call, where the jobs are disproportionally around the end of the month (for obvious reasons). I’m surprised that I haven’t worked at all recently. Part of me wants to be working right now, but most of me is glad to have this time to myself. I got a good shift for Thursday, so I’ll make a bit then at the least, and I’ll probably get some good work on my birthday again too (March 30). I just hope it’s not the 16 hour shift I got last year on my birthday. We shall see. It doesn’t take more than a few busy days to make a decent chunk of money anyhow – that’s why I don’t mind it too much.

Anyways, to the garbage. I’ll likely take another walk today, though I’m feeling a bit sleepy. Maybe it’s the chamomile tea.


I found this fish in the alley next to Parc, between St Viateur and Bernard. It was with some other kid-type stuff. 


I know a guy who lives not too far away, so I decided to gift it to him. Who knows if he’ll keep it, but it’s good for a laugh.


There are dumpsters for some grocers in the same alley, and I found some decent looking strawberries and some greens. This is the first time I actually found dumpster food here. I gave the greens and one strawberry box away, and kept one myself. 


Rubble piles like this intrigue me too. Things like this make me think I should change my blog name to just “Things I find.” I’ve found a few good things in places like this, like a really cute antique-y bowl I keep stuff in in my room. This is near Van Horne – Parc, and the place to the right is an abandoned building I explored a bit after.


I didn’t find much in this rubble pile. There was this Simpson’s lunch box thing, but it was pretty dinged up. Might have had a bit of value if it was in good shape, but alas.


Random pile of stuff next to that abandoned place, close to the railroad tracks. I couldn’t figure out what these ceramic things were for. I left all this behind.


Another rubble pile, this one obviously too far gone to interest me for long. There was a toilet seat that looked okay. I’m kidding.


Here’s Karma! Definitely not a dumpster dog. She loves eating garbage though. At one point she decided she wanted to chew on some wet kleenex on the side of the road. I’m not going to let her lick me for a while.


An odd assortment of plates, bowls, and some other odd things I pulled out of the bag. I got 2 pennies out of here. For a while I stopped picking up pennies, but I figure if it takes 2 seconds to pick up a penny, the for that process I’m making a (prorated) 18$ an hour, which is a pretty good paying job.  I took the plates I set individually on the ground, the pot, and the glass vase, which is a nice old-school heavy glass. I left the rest on the side of the road for others to pick up. Not sure if they will, or if it’ll just be a nuisance for the garbage men. I’ll probably go back later and check it out.


Well last night I was a bit excited at the creation of this blog, so I decided to go picking. It was the night before (Christmas) garbage day, and I find that, while there’s generally not much out, what is there is more likely to have good stuff in it. It’s a good excuse for a walk, basically. I did find a few things though, and this’ll give an introductory window into my likely pretty unique “recycling” process.


I found this Marilyn Monroe bag on St Urbain between St Viateur and Fairmount. There were some colognes and stuff inside, some of which looked expensive. Not really my style, but I don’t like to waste, so I “recycled” them.


First, I left the bag by a vintage shop. I figured that maybe they could sell it or something. I figure it’s about 50/50 they just throw it back out, or maybe someone else will find it. Looking at it now though, I probably confused a lot of people, and some of them might think it was a lost purse. Hope they don’t spend too much time worrying about finding the owner.


I left the most full and fancy (Ralph Lauren? That’s fancy enough right?) bottle in a phone booth. I figure only the unwashed masses use phone booths now, and if they’re not washing they might as well cover it up with some good cologne. I’m just joshing though, I’m sure lots of good people still use phone booths.


What’s in the bags? I always give them a good kick, and if it feels good I’ll feel the contours of what’s inside, and if that feels good I’ll rip the bag. People complain about ripped bags sometimes, but as long as it’s in a good spot the garbage men (I don’t know if I’ve seen a garbage girl, so the gendered language is okay… has anyone seen a garbage woman?) should be able to handle it. This was also on same sector of St Urbain.


In this case, there was some decent looking food in there. I brought all of this home, though some of it isn’t really my cup of tea. That stuff I’ll put outside in an open box for scavenging. Some of this might be old too, but the can’s of tuna back there are fine for sure. I don’t really eat tuna in general either, but I know someone who’ll love it.


There were a couple of bags of 2l bottles, worth 5c each, attached by bags to a fence on Casgrain. I like when people do this; it’s a recognition that some people might value that resource, which in turn helps them out. Too many times I see bottles and cans and such in the garbage. I didn’t take these bottles because I’m not broke enough to motivate me to commit to carrying these for the long haul, but I appreciate that they were there, because not too long ago I might have been.


That’s all for now! Today’s garbage day, so maybe I’ll have some treasures to post later.