It’s that time of the year again. Hard rubbish. Aussies love it. Whats not to love? Everybody chucking their old crap out on the street so other people can sneak by under cover of darkness and take the good bits home with them. It’s tradition.
We spent all of Saturday out in the garden and shed ruthlessly sorting through things that were previously considered ‘good’ and now categorizing them as ‘bad’. Those sheets of ply that he had plans for were now ‘in his way’ therefore ‘bad’ and must be hauled up the street for disposal. The old antenna ‘bad’, bits of old trellis previously considered useful now ‘bad’ all carted up the driveway in the wheelbarrow and added to the pile. I was surprised to see him put an old spare wheel in the ‘bad’ category as it had been ‘good’ on many other occasions. That is the way of hard rubbish. An item might be ‘good’ many times and then unexpectedly become ‘bad’ without having ever been used or even moved.
A traditional part of hard rubbish is putting out things out that are good even though they have no place on a junk pile. You know full well they will be gone the next time you look. When I drove out to the shop the other afternoon I saw a nice red three-piece lounge suite standing by the pile. By the time I had picked up the kids from school it was gone and the people up the road had an old grey three-piece suite out in front of their house. It is just a way of finding a new home for unwanted goods without actually having to ask anyone if they want it. Sometimes an item may be passed around the neighbourhood for a few rubbish cycles before its ultimate fate is decided. At one point we carefully positioned an old roof-rack to the side of the heap. We knew someone would take it soon and thought we’d make it easy on them. Last time it was an old treadmill that we had taken off the pile across the road on the previous cycle.
I love hard rubbish time and I am always on the lookout for a treasure that might be just standing on the side of the road waiting for me to take it home. It would be un-Australian if I didn’t!