All the blue light reflections that colour my mind when I sleep...

You want to know what I find to be incredibly odd? If you try to throw anything out on the curb with your rubbish, no matter how bad it is, someone from Base housing drives around (it seems more likely when people go to sleep), scouts out the goods and takes it. These people are like scavengers. Some of the things people throw out around here are really bad items; falling apart most of the times and let's not forget dirty. But someone always takes it before the rubbish collectors get around to it.

The things we have thrown out were at least reasonable items, but we were amazed that the items lasted no more than about ten minutes on our curb before they were whisked away to become someone else's treasures.

Our computer desk, which was of the "art deco" design (the one my Uncle Jimmy called the potato chip rack and therefore I have been called the "Lay's Potato Chip Woman" for the last two years thanks to that damn desk...) was chucked out to the curb last August. There was nothing wrong with it, and I was in no mood to run an ad in the paper for it. We had opted for a nice pine computer armoire, to hide the computer while not in use since it has no proper room to go in and must live in our living room for the time being. Anyhow, it was out on the curb for about ten minutes and next thing we knew it was gone. As though some band of pixies ran out from behind a tree and took it away in a blink of an eye. We never even heard a car or a car door.

A few weeks later we put out our window fans, even though there was nary a thing wrong with them. They were taking up too much space and why do we need them here when we have air conditioning (unlike Colorado). Our weirdo neighbours definitely took those, because about a week later we saw the very window fans in their windows. Which creeped me out that they are the new owners of something that once belonged to us, since we renamed the husband "Pervert Man" practically from day one of us living here. The most disturbing fact was that we buried the fans in a big box and stacked the boxes on the curb. So they would have had to come over here, move the boxes, open the boxes, take the fans out, and stack the boxes back up. While standing in our yard.

Don't get me wrong, I am not against pre-owned items. It's just the way these people go about it. They are honest-to-God Vultures. Yep, Vultures who scout out other people's pre-owned stuff and get it for free rather than buying it themselves. Even if it is thrown out with the rubbish.

I'm still wondering what the use would have been for some way dead Christmas lights that we threw out around Halloween-time. Obviously someone was desperate to have them.