Tuesday, January 3rd, 2006
At first I worried about our 1960s cast iron tub. It’s a perfectly good tub – slightly worse for the wear since we knocked concrete, drywall, broken tiles and nails into it – and I hated to just throw it out on the curb. So wasteful.
Then our friends D&K, who we recruited to help us move the blasted thing out of the bathroom, told us not to worry. Someone would pick it up off the curb. Maybe a farmer would get it to use as a trough. Maybe a gardener would want to fill it with compost and start seeds in it.
This notion comforted me, but still I fretted. Then we deposited the tub next to the large pile of debris at the edge of the lawn at about 4:30 p.m. yesterday. This morning at 7:37 it was gone.
Somewhere out there in the world, our tub has a new life. And so does our bathroom:
*The spell in Harry Potter’s world that makes things disappear.