About Us

Sonoma County, California
We are two teachers in love who took on an enormous renovation project over three years ago. In the words of the inspector, "This house has been abused." When we're not educating young minds or working on our place, we are busy with many other interests. Dominic could blog with authority on the following topics: zombie infestations, home-brewing, origami, medieval recreation, and surfing. As for me, my blogging repertoire could include these topics: breastfeeding, guitar for the musically disinclined, bellydancing, and the quest for the perfect matzah ball. This is our story.

Monday, November 5, 2007

Dump Juice

Not surprisingly, we’ve become regulars at our local dump. There are some curious things about this dump. First of all, you don’t get the satisfaction of throwing your garbage off a ledge into a huge ditch, which is a quality I find highly attractive in a dump. Instead, you must drive into a huge warehouse and then unload your garbage onto the floor. (This is probably because we Americans just produce too much dang garbage, but that’s another post.) The other strange thing about our dump is that, while you are heaving your garbage onto the floor, a fine mist falls that makes your hair and clothing slightly damp. We call it “dump juice,” and it’s sort of a liquefied version of the smell at the dump. Dominic hypothesizes that the purpose of dump juice is to keep the dust down, but the result is that going to our dump is a total body experience. Even with these limitations, going to the dump is still a pretty good time. We love returning from the dump with an empty truck, knowing that we have a little less junk waiting for us at home.

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