Where did that come from?

 How did that six foot wooden ladder get in my car? If you read yesterday's post where I had the car completely full of boat cushions, I must confess that on the way to deliver them I saw this beauty at the local "strip mall." I must also confess that the term "strip mall" refers to the Graham County garbage collection area. 

When I was growing up we always had residential pick up of our garbage. If the neighbor had something interesting you put the dog on a leash and pretended to take a leisurely stroll down the street while checking out possible finds. Then you had two options, you could wait until dark and sneak down there and run off with it...  OR, as my Mom did, I always marched right up to the front door and knocked and asked if I could have it. 

When I moved to North Carolina at the tender age of 50, I discovered that there was no curb side pickup. You have to take your garbage to a central location and put it in dumpsters. I thought I had died and gone to heaven. I was shopping at the "strip mall" at every opportunity. Then I found out this was illegal, GASP! I had to learn restrain myself.

To complicate matters, people who have something they think someone might like desperately need, will leave these items on the ground next to the dumpsters. This is a grey area. this ladder was standing fully open and upright a good foot away from the dumpster and as I zipped by and saw it I did a 180 to go back to check it out. 

The next issue I faced was that the car was already pretty full of boat cushions. I had to be careful not to harm them while loading the 6 foot ladder on top of the headrests, sideways. sort of. My luck was with me as I accomplished this task in complete safety. Thank you infinite universe, I have been wanting an old wooden ladder for quite some time. I have two projects in mind for it. 

For the next "Where did that come from from," I bring you this:

Take in that loveliness and have a blessed day, Hugs Sue