The Joys Of Dumpster Weekend
Published: April 25th, 2008
By: Jeff Genung

The joys of Dumpster Weekend

No one understands Dumpster Weekend. It’s become a source of amusement for my friends and co-workers, but it’s a biennial event that gives me a great sense of accomplishment – and relief.

Before I get too far into this, let me state for the record that I have weekly garbage pickup service, and I am faithful about putting out the trash and recyclables every Thursday morning. I do not live in squalor, nor do I keep the company of 55 cats, nor do I collect old refrigerators on my front porch.

I do, however, in a series of circumstances unexplainable even to myself, require the services of a dumpster (or “roll-off” container as they say in the biz) about once every two years.

Last weekend was Dumpster Weekend. Taking advantage of the gloriously unseasonable weather (if this is the result of global warming, I say ‘Bring it on!’), I procured a 12-foot metal box to sit at the end of my driveway all weekend, and set about purging my house (and by extension my life) of all the unnecessary refuse that had accumulated during the past 24 months with tenable glee.

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