entrails in alley

I am usually discerning when I throw stuff out by the dumpster. You step off my patio, walk past recycle and there is the large green container that holds everything disposable. In summer it reeks. And in summer more people seem transient, it seems, and vacate quickly.
We live in an old hotel. There are twenty units. Most of them are one and two bedrooms on the second and third floor. There's an elevator access and stairs in the front, and a backstairs all leading to the second and third floor.
My apartment's bedroom is adjacent to the backstairs entrance and ascent. The door slams hard in order to make it secure and closed. I've gotten used to it.
I haven't gotten used to the entrails that people leave outside the dumpster: bookcases, matresses, box springs, televisions large and small, stereo systems broken, pieces of tables, plastic storage is a popular throw away, metal frames and more. What goes into the dumpster often are boxes and bags of clothes, toys, small appliances. Often the detritus of old hotel life stacks up. Sometimes a piece or two are hauled away at night. I've claimed two shelves, a bookcase, and that's about all. I've thrown away one television set and it's still there. In theory, trucks or caretakers are supposed to haul this away. My television set has gone untouched. I should have hauled it to an electronics disposal place myself.
I've noticed things up and down alleys in downtown St. Peter that could outfit an entire household. And provide them with transportation. And help them start a used stuff store.
I pride myself in becoming a minimalist after years of collecting. There are things I can't give up. And if they are dear enough to call for another home, they find themselves down the street at second hand stores. Or in the front of the building with a take me sign. I've given away a microwave, a vacuum cleaner, and an air matress. No television set, however. It still sits there by the dumpster abused by the rain. I will haul it away soon. It grates on me.