My wife is a dumpster diver

Our cars have been parked on the street for years.

When we first moved into our house in 1989, we parked both cars in the garage.

A few years later, only one car would fit.

Today, our garage is full of our junk AND our kids’ junk.

Every time they move, they “store” some of their furniture in our garage.

Once a year we order a dumpster and fill it to the brim.

Unfortunately, we need a very big dumpster if we ever want to get at least one of our cars back into the garage.

Ellen and I always struggle to throw away our junk.

I’ll throw away things I consider to be garbage only to find them in the corner of the garage a day later.

One time I threw away an old basketball and soccer ball that had seen better days.

Ellen dove to the bottom of the dumpster to rescue the balls.

“I want to save these for our grandchildren” she said.

The problem was our kids were in middle school at the time and we were about 20 years too early to be saving things for our grandchildren.

I’m no better.

I’m saving some old pots and pans from our family restaurant that closed in 1981.