Showing posts with label distracted. Show all posts
Showing posts with label distracted. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 08, 2009

Trash Talk

What with having Nikki Dee over for two sleepovers on the weekend and with other goings on, I've been just a titch distracted and blog-unmotivated lately. Also, with Celtfest coming up on the weekend and visitors possibly arriving, the distractedness promises no letup.

I am so distracted, in point of fact, that I have had a merry time taking the garbage and recycling in and out. Last Wednesday was Canada Day, so there was no pickup, but, of course, I had put out the trash regardless. In my defense, so did most of our neighbours. Nevertheless ...

That might have been understandable seeing that it is our normal garbage day, and because we never know how they're going to deal with a holiday anyway. They might choose to show up on a holiday or on the very next day. Well, they did collect the trash on the next day, but not the blue boxes (recycling). After a day or so we neighbours figured it out, and most of us brought our blue boxes back in, out of sight. Most, but not all. Which is partly responsible for my subsequent confusion.

Come Monday evening, Cuppa had left a bag of kitchen garbage for me to put out in the bin. Well, along with the fact that some neighbours still had their recycling out, I got myself all confused, thought it was garbage night again, and took it all out to the curb. It didn't help that I was going out that night because we used to go out on Tuesday, garbage night, and I tend to associate going out with garbage night.

So, I took it all to the curb before Cuppa could ask me what the heck I was doing and set me straight. Back in it came.

As I said, I've been distracted. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

However, last night was the real night, and I'm happy to report that the third time is a charm. I got it out to the curb, and the blue boxes have already been seen to. Hooray!




Sorry to say it, but your posts are piling up, and there's a bunch that I might have to let go. Maybe I'll get back into the groove next week. If not ... well it's summer ... eh?

Be well while I try to gather my rather loose wits.