It hurts to type this

I winced a lot yesterday after doing a dumb thing.

As mentioned in yesterday’s blog post, I spent a few hours on Saturday filling the wheelie bin with crap from my garage.

I also wasted lots of time mooning over boxes of children’s books and toys and baby clothes … you know you’re getting old when you start thinking “maybe I should hang onto XYZ for the grandchildren”.

It turned out to be not the best use of my time – when I got home at 10pm on Sunday night I noticed my neighbours had piled lots of junk on their nature strips.

Oh no! I hadn’t realised it was the twice-yearly council clean up this week.

Dang and blast it!

So I got up at the crack of dawn yesterday determined to break down the old SpringFree trampoline in the backyard and add it to the pile.

The youngest doesn’t use it any more because the trampoline mat is so deteriorated that it leaves black marks all over her. Also, bits of the base are rusting through.

That’s OK, it’s had a pretty good run. We got it 11 years ago for the eldest’s 5th birthday. My ex had hell’s own job putting it together early on birthday morning to surprise the eldest.

But both kids adored it. Oh the mind-numbing hours I spent being asked to watch various tricks being performed.

Though it was quite fun to zip them both into it on hot summer afternoons and hose the living daylights out of them as they squealed with delight.

Despite being decrepit, the trampoline was bloody difficult to disassemble. It took me about an hour just to remove the net posts. The nuts and bolts on the base defeated me.

My hands were stinging as I worked.

I have NO IDEA why I wasn’t wearing gloves, but it was a big mistake, because the plastic or fibreglass or whatever it was that was around the poles had disintegrated into really fine little splinters that embedded themselves into my hands.

Ouch, ouch, ouch!

I donned gloves to get the poles out of the backyard and onto the nature strip, but it was a bit late, the damage was very much done.

As for the base of the trampoline, I sent a picture to DD asking if he thought it was too big to roll out to the nature strip still bolted together.

His learned opinion was yes, it was too big. So my paltry contribution to council clean up were the eight splintery poles.

I woke at 5.30 this morning to the sound of everyone else’s junk being very noisily chucked into a truck and hauled away.

It hurts to type those words … in so many ways.

PS But hurts even more to see NSW going up in flames. Thank you to the firefighters battling so hard.

Song of the day: Van Halen “Jump”

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