Tuesday is garbage day. Every alternate Tuesday, the county collects the recycling, too. I checked the calendar last night – yup, blue box day tomorrow. Should I put it out tonight, I wondered,or leave it for the morning? You know, the gut-wrenching dilemma of weighing the pros and cons of getting out of my chair to haul the trash to the curb, vs. the “yeah, buts.” Yeah, but it will rain and that will make a sodden mush of the newspapers. Yeah, but don’t forget the raccoons. Don’t worry, I argued, I’ll have plenty of time in the morning.
Later, at [bleep] twelve [bleep] thirty-seven in the [bleep] morning, the sound of glass hitting pavement startled me wide awake. My first thought was that kids were tossing trash at the newly poured concrete foundation across the road. But then, I heard more noises: cascading pop bottles and clattering tin cans and the distinct clunk of an empty blue box as it hit the pavement. I smiled the smile of the smug. Raccoons. Good planning, Maggie!
But the noise continued and with more force than any normal raccoon could muster. In stealth mode, I crept to the window and parted the blinds. Because, you know, I didn’t want to draw attention to myself. 🙄 There, at the curb three doors south, I spied an enterprising fellow helping himself to the empty beer and booze containers. There’s gold in them there recycle bins!
At this point, of course, I was wide awake. I read for a while, played a few rounds of Cookie Jam until I was tired enough to sleep.
Later, at [bleep] five [bleep] fifty-one in the same [bleep] morning, the sound of the Northern Oriole pierced my sleep. Pretty bird, pretty song, and no one to blame but myself because the birds are drawn to the orange halves mounted in the garden. But, really? What does a gal have to do to get a decent night’s sleep around here? I rolled over to try to catch some more shut-eye.
Wait! It’s garbage day!
I was right. I had plenty of time. Two hours later and the garbage still sits at the curb. Nothing for it but to write a blog post, because, sleep deprived, I cannot discern worthy blog fodder from trash.
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