In case you’re a new reader to my blog, let me catch you up to speed. I live near the county dump. I used to call it the landfill, sounded slightly more pleasant and less smelly, but let’s cut to the chase, it’s a dump. (Technically, it’s now a transfer station, but whatever.) However, it is hidden over a large hill, seriously rarely smells, and we do live in the most beautiful area in the country with the most desirable climate on earth, Sonoma County, California.
The dump is a 5 minute drive out of my way after dropping the kids off at school in the morning. They have a large shopping area of items such as furniture, old windows, books and just plain junk. I used to go much more often, but over the years, it’s gotten pretty popular with the antique dealers (of which I was one,) so it is very picked over. Now I pop in from time to time to just check out the books and see if someone has dropped off a treasure box of art supplies.

This is what I found today, 11 Charlie Brown paperback books. The tragic beginning to this story is that they were actually thrown into the gigantic paper recycling bin, (off-limits to the public for picking through) and rescued by a worker. Well, bless the worker! I love these books. I used to read them all as a kid and have been looking for them in shops for my own kids to read. And after all, (to add greater weight to the crime of tossing the books into the recycle bin,) we live in Charles Schultz’s homeland. It should be called Schultz County, but there’s that whole wine thing…

As soon as I can get to it, I will be sharing my other dump score today, a little sumthin’ for YOU. But for now, I gotta get to work. So check back soon.