The Art Of……?
It occurred to me this weekend, as I stood knee deep in trash behind a remodeled building, that this is not really what my parents had in mind when they carefully raised me with exposure to the arts, sciences, and literature. When they helped me through college and beyond I’m sure they, like many parents, hoped I’d have a more, er, expansive future than trash hauling and manure chucking. Not that these jobs are something to sniff at. But still.
Fast forward several days to Sunday. After some quick planning, Jer and I managed to wrangle a few friends to help with the nearly impossible task of loading one ton (no. really) of marble onto a trailer – without breaking the marble or ourselves. It’s important here to give a shout-out to Joe and Kelley (and Lily-the-wonder-pup) who rock our worlds in general, but made us truly indebted by lifting, hauling, and carefully placing my precious loot. Not only did they seriously risk life and limb for this endeavor, Joe particularly scored extra points by excitedly jumping into the jumbo trash can to pull out a few more finds that would otherwise rot in a land fill. Joe, we knew you were awesome when you became ordained via shady website to marry us (we’re still pretty sure this marriage ain’t legal), but you’re now my personal hero for openly sharing in the joyful art that is: dumpster diving.
If you’re scratching your heads over just exactly what we managed to pull out of that trash bin, or exactly why one might lose their sh*t over old marble then check it:
OH. And those marble slabs? They were bathroom stall dividers pulled from a shmancy old 1930’s sorority house on the University of Texas campus. If you can beat that salvage story then I’ll give you a free piece of marble. I’m just really generous in this way.