Toward the end of last year, I declared that I would reveal why my blog frequency had dropped off. This entry is the beginning of fulfilling that promise. After moving to East Tennessee in August of 2022, I was busy cleaning up the yard and arranging the house. I had it in my mind to build a workshop, perhaps a bit larger than the 12 x 20 shed I had constructed at the last permanent residence wherein we dwelled for 21 years (1). The most obvious place to put it for access and non-obstructiveness/obtrusiveness, was the back corner of the lot. However, there suspiciously resided there a rectangular area of brush. When I began to clear the vines and shrubbery, it revealed construction debris. I began to sort it for recycle, reuse (as filler), and reduction of payment for the landfill for acceptance (2). To see what I was up to for the initial months of this project, check out “Much Rubbish” (3).
- Obviously, permanent is more of a functional word than accurate word here.
- I had never lived in a locality where the public could not take their trash, even debris to the dump without a significant fee.
- Nehemiah 4:10
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