Adventures of dumpster 'diving'

One of the great things about my current job is that they provide furnished housing for the summer employees. Bed, table, chairs, couch. All of which is rented so I take exceptionally good care of it. The apartment is located in a beautiful complex- lush green grass, a central club house, resort style pool. (I'm pretty spoiled, I know.) I'm on the third floor and am lucky enough to have a balcony that faces down town Denver. I've always loved balconies, and while in California I almost always lived somewhere that had one. There would always be a deck chair or one I could move outside. I usually ate breakfast or did my personal study while enjoying the perfect morning weather of So Cal. Some of my best mission memories are from the quiet, personal moments I had with the Lord while on a balcony in the cool stillness of California mornings. Thus, when I discovered that none of my rented furniture would be appropriate to move outside, I started scheming of ways to remedy the situation. Occasionally I would use couch cushions, but they're a pretty poor substitute for a good chair.

Today, as I was walking back to my apartment, I saw this massive wicker chair sitting by the dumpster. Initially I walked by it. But then I thought "That would be PERFECT!" I turned around, walked back the few steps to the dumpster. I poked it over and found nothing wrong with it; a little damp from the sprinklers that had recently turned off. Thankfully I was wearing my white work polo so I blended in with the apartment complex ground's crew - just in case anyone was watching. I looked around, then hoisted it up over my head and hauled it up three flights of stairs. I quickly placed it on my balcony and smiled. I didn't sit in it because I told my car pool I'd meet them at the front, and was worried the find had already slowed me down. But I believe once I'm wrapped in a soft blanket, and it's semi-padded with a couch cushion, it will make an excellent place for continued personal study, breakfast's, and still moments with the Lord.

Also, my grandpa recently sent me a set of e-mails I asked him to write about life experience's he has had. They are the type of memories that would put stuff like "Big Fish" and "The Notebook" to shame.

Finding the chair was an excellent mini adventure, and receiving Grandpa's letters is like having a gift wrapped present waiting for me in my new chair. I suspect I will devour many good books, Popsicles, and milkshakes while in that chair. But first, Grandpa's e-mails will be in my lap while I enjoy my wicker chair for the first time tonight.

Gotta Love Denver.