dumpster-diving

S and I took a late-night walk last night -- the night before trash gets picked up in our neighborhood.

Okay, I must confess we didn't ACTUALLY dive into a dumpster. I put that in the title just to GRAB YOUR ATTENTION!

But, as we walked down a quiet, tree-lined residential street, S stops at the curb, picks up a stool and says, "This looks like the one I bought at the antique store!" Sure enough, it's a spittin' image, if not a twin of an antique piano stool with the claw feet clutching glass balls. Perfect condition! No kidding!

She took the dog's leash and I hefted the piano stool back home the three blocks or so. It was a good cardiac workout. My heartrate was definitely elevated by the time we got home.

We immediately took the stool into the garage, flipped on the light and examined our dumpster treasure. Even under closer examination, it looks like it's in perfect shape. No cracks, no breaks, nothing. It had two upholstered pads which we tossed immediately -- we may be dumpster-divers, but we do have our standards!

The stool is so heavy we know that it has some kind of steel shaft for a rotating/elevating mechanism. But that appears to be frozen; we'll have to work on getting it freed up.

Unexpected treasures at midnight! What could be more delightful to a couple of wenchy pirates, huh??