Junk.

Do you ever wonder about junk? The one thing about living in an area where there's no zoning or regulation is you can do pretty much what you want. You can never throw out another can as long as you live - or you can just pitch them straight down the ravine, no one can say anything. The house we bought David spent a few days dragging all sorts of trash out of the back of the property - tires, an old swing set, a rusted truck cap. Bottles, cans, broken toys. Some of it he burned, any of the metal went to a friend that collects scrap metal to sell. But you wonder - how do you have a nice piece of property and just trash it up? Do you not mind? 

The slobby people next door from what we can see inherited a house and rather than clean out all the garbage they just bought a trailer and moved into that. That's not the first time I've seen that and won't be the last. It just doesn't make sense. And my other thing is - where does all that junk come from? There were a couple of houses down in Garards Fort that has so much junk it was mindboggling. Sometimes they'd have a yard sale, a table of tatty dirty things in the midst of all that flotsam - when they didn't sell it, well, they just left it there and it became part of the landscape. One house they got rid of the people in it and cleaned it up, the one across the road, not so much. 

And how do you live like that? I would go crazy - David and I have stuff, but we're constantly sorting and getting rid of it. I can't imagine.