One Man's Trash is Another Man's Treasure

Giving truth the old adage "one man's trash is another man's treasure," Steve turned trash into treasure today. Last summer, our clothes dryer caught on fire. It was a fairly exciting night; the kids got to sit in a fire truck and a giant, powerful fan sucked the smoke out of our house. But the fire left us with a big question. What were we going to do with a broken (burned) clothes dryer.

Well, if you're Steve, you take it apart for parts. The removable top of the dryer became a target for bb and pellet gun shooting kids. The various inner workings were sorted into useable pieces and trash. And the drum became a container for burning important papers and any other thing we felt should be burned instead of thrown away.

As a fire pit, it had two major faults. First, it put out tremendous heat. My poor little citrus tree unluckily stationed about 7 feet away from it got burned one evening. Second, it was unsightly. Not at first, of course. When we first took out the drum, it was nice, pretty and shiny. But over time, it became marred, dull and ugly.

Then, Steve had an opportunity to pick up another man's trash... his dad's. Steve woke up at 5:00AM this morning, woke Richard up early (ruining another sleep-late Easter vacation day), and headed to his dad's house to take apart the no-longer wanted back-yard garden.

At about 9:30AM, I started out for a beautiful morning jog/walk (mostly walk), and before I got very far, there was Steve's truck heading towards me on our street. By the time I got back home, Richard was hauling wheel-barrows of bricks to Steve, who had decided to fix our fire pit. One by one, his dad's unwanted bricks were placed around our reassigned clothes-dryer drum, and before long he was done.

Ta Da!!! Our New Treasure!



Now, it's time to burn something.