Friday evening the doorbell rang. Yes, that is odd, I rarely have visitors . Those that I do have, I am expecting and am out in the driveway before they are even out of their vehicle. Given the above, and looking out the window to see a car in the driveway (means it wasn't a neighbor), I expected the person to be selling something.
Upon opening the front door, a guy was standing there, and he started out with, "I know this is a strange question, . . . " No, he wasn't a long lost family member or anything, but a dude that was interested in the collapsed tent garage. He was wondering if I wanted to sell the cover (which although stretched, is still in good shape). He has one of the older, stronger frames, but his cover is shot. After telling him I thought a former coworker was going to take it, I got his name and number in case she decided not to (after all, the frame is shot).
I got ahold of said friend and she said she had gotten a good frame from someone else over the winter, and it is neither the right shape or size for the cover. I texted the guy and he came over yesterday to disassemble the thing. The last couple of days I had thought about seeing if I could pull the frame forward into the yard to free the ton of pellets trapped underneath, so dude's timing couldn't have been better.
Meeting of the minds
Problem, that iceberg. Well, at least it and the tarp that was holding it will catch the afternoon sun so should be small enough to move in a few days. Dud drives by here on a regular basis so he said he'd keep an eye on it and get the tarp when the ice melts. At least I can get to the pellets and plan on moving them into the house today.
The stars aligned for you and Dude, Bogie. Wunderbar! (Autocorrect wanted to change that to WonderBra - giggling.) I love it when that sort of thing happened.
I put stuff out with a "free" sign on it; but, over the years I've learned that my neighbors love shelving of all kinds. The poor guys who patrol the neighborhood with their pickups don't have a chance on shelving. I don't care who takes stuff...as long as it goes to someone who will use it. About 15 years ago, I put your Grandmother H's electric lawn mower (& attachments & owner's manual) out Friday night. It disappeared before I arose on Saturday. Then - it occurs to me that I failed to give 'em the keys. I don't recall how I "packaged" the keys, but I put them out the next Friday night - and they, too, disappeared. I've always hoped it was to the same person.
Posted by: Cop Car | March 21, 2021 at 10:42 AM