20 December 2010

I'm Pretty Sure at Least Some of the Neighbors Secretly Hate Us

We've been in the house since the end of June, and we still have random debris laying around the yard. This week is our neighborhood's bulky item pickup, so we jumped at the chance to have some of it hauled away.

There was a hunk of stone used to support the (fairly thin, and therefore fragile) hearth slab in transit from the stone yard. We kept it because we thought we might make it into the seat part of a bench for the backyard, but it's waaaaay too heavy to haul back there. It was also incredibly heavy to drag to the curb for pickup (we had to lift one edge and flip it -- the short way -- toward the street), but fortunately it broke into pieces as we maneuvered it. (Of course, that means it may not qualify as "bulky" and may not be picked up, but most of the pieces will now fit into our garbage can if we have to go that route.)

There was also some random lumber that's been chillin' in the front yard since we moved in. We could have thrown that in the garbage can months ago, but we would have had to find a saw and cut it up, and it just never made it to the top of the priority list.

We've been gradually removing the silt fence used during construction to keep dirt from creeping everywhere. Some of it is still adorning the backyard:

The metal posts used to hold the fence up were driven into the ground pretty far, and the significant amount of dirt that did collect against the fence further buried them. We finally found success pulling them out after a heavy rain, when the ground was soft. We rolled up the fencing and put it in the garbage, but the metal stakes didn't fit (and would be good candidates for reuse or recycling anyway). So they were littering the yard, too, until we stacked them up along the curb with the other debris for bulky item pickup:

Within a few hours, the metal stakes were collected (as was the old cyclone fence gate that we had held onto after demolition just in case) by some passers-by who I assume were going to sell the scrap metal.

So, once all of the the debris is collected this week, the yard will be a tiny bit less awful. There's still the pile of ground up drywall, intended to be worked into the dirt to soften the clay (which I've been working on g-r-a-d-u-a-l-l-y as the mood strikes), as well as the general post-apocalyptic feel of the landscape.

Oh, and the foreground of that picture above includes a reminder of another reason the neighbors would be justified in hating us just a little: the rectangular patch in the asphalt is from when the water main broke under the weight of the cement truck as the foundation was being poured.

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