Yesterday I came across a woman who was about to trash a wooden frame (formerly a closet, she said!).  What did I do?  Went home grabbed my skill saw, safety specs and some gloves and prepared to dismantle and relocate this potential treasure trove via my caruck (car masquerading as a truck)  to my --just cleaned and now clear --basement.

There was a very friendly old gentleman at home who was prepared to let me plug in and go at it.  Unfortunately I noticed that almost all of the otherwise pristine 2x4s had a multitude of small nails in it.  :(   The thought irritated me a bit, I mean who wants to spend 2 hours pulling nails...  not me.  I had to cease and desist... poo!

Not one willing to let go of a bone easily, I scoured his back yard looking for something else I could source to ease my need to acquire!  Nothing, nada, zip...  SO after a nice chat and a thorough look through his garden, shed and everything else,  I went home empty-handed.

Driving back I had to satisfy myself with the conversation I had had.  The old guy was just recovering from a stint in the hospital but was as perky as ever.  Lots of talk about repairing an old boat, and  an old punt and his forays to the government dump to source all sorts of items.  It occurred to me.... I could end up like that in my retirement too...  or maybe I'm already there :)  Will have to get my fix another time...