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I am so glad today ended much differently than it started.
Every Monday night I put the trash at the end of my driveway for pick up early Tuesday morning. I use the grass catcher when I mow and put the clippings in black trash bags. I mowed twice in the last week between pickups so I had 5 bags of heavy, wet grass. Rather than tote them one at a time to the front and pile them on the ground I loaded them in my handy wagon and pulled it out front like I always do in situations like this. It has definitely seen better days, the wheels are not not fully inflated, one is dry rotting and there is a crack in the top back edge. But it works great for hauling yard waste and I regularly use it to roll my 50 pound bags of dog food from the trunk to the back porch.
This morning when I opened the blinds I glanced to make sure the garbage had been picked up. It was gone. So was my wagon. I shook my head and thought maybe the guys had moved it farther up the driveway and I couldn't see it from my upstairs window.
No such luck.
I'm not sure what to think.
I have used it before to haul stuff to the front. It has always been left behind. And the guys who faithfully keep my life more pleasant by removing things I no longer need or want only take "containers" if I leave a note saying please take this. So I have a hard time believing they took it.
But I also don't want to think that someone stole it.
1. because that is an unpleasant thought that gives me pause and makes me uneasy
2. because if someone did steal it, man they were desperate!
I have been planning to replace it if that tells you what shape it was in.
I shook my head, drug the trash can to the back yard and came in to make breakfast.
Oatmeal this morning.
It boiled over when I turned away to grab the butter.
I turned the burner off and thought "I hope this first fifteen minutes of the morning is not an indication of how this day is going to go."
After breakfast and my time alone with Jesus I worked on projects in the library. Sorting through books and other things I had stored on a bookshelf I no longer need. Looking online to see if any of the books are worth listing for sale, going through old paperwork, etc. It felt good to finish the library deep clean and make the first deposit in the trash can for next week's pick up.
I noticed the dog's dishes when I stepped out onto the porch. That is not a small bowl. We've had a bit of rain since last night.The temperature has dropped low enough that sitting outside as a reward was not a comfortable option.
Every Monday night I put the trash at the end of my driveway for pick up early Tuesday morning. I use the grass catcher when I mow and put the clippings in black trash bags. I mowed twice in the last week between pickups so I had 5 bags of heavy, wet grass. Rather than tote them one at a time to the front and pile them on the ground I loaded them in my handy wagon and pulled it out front like I always do in situations like this. It has definitely seen better days, the wheels are not not fully inflated, one is dry rotting and there is a crack in the top back edge. But it works great for hauling yard waste and I regularly use it to roll my 50 pound bags of dog food from the trunk to the back porch.
This morning when I opened the blinds I glanced to make sure the garbage had been picked up. It was gone. So was my wagon. I shook my head and thought maybe the guys had moved it farther up the driveway and I couldn't see it from my upstairs window.
I'm not sure what to think.
I have used it before to haul stuff to the front. It has always been left behind. And the guys who faithfully keep my life more pleasant by removing things I no longer need or want only take "containers" if I leave a note saying please take this. So I have a hard time believing they took it.
But I also don't want to think that someone stole it.
1. because that is an unpleasant thought that gives me pause and makes me uneasy
2. because if someone did steal it, man they were desperate!
I have been planning to replace it if that tells you what shape it was in.
I shook my head, drug the trash can to the back yard and came in to make breakfast.
Oatmeal this morning.
It boiled over when I turned away to grab the butter.
I turned the burner off and thought "I hope this first fifteen minutes of the morning is not an indication of how this day is going to go."
I noticed the dog's dishes when I stepped out onto the porch. That is not a small bowl. We've had a bit of rain since last night.The temperature has dropped low enough that sitting outside as a reward was not a comfortable option.
So in I came and for lunch warmed up what was left of the chicken vegetable soup I made for supper last night. After I finished eating I needed to do something other than sit with my computer or my kindle on my lap for the rest of the day so I went to the sewing room and gathered the supplies I needed to finish the last project I had to do there and brought it downstairs.
I am ending this day with several time consuming projects done. If I had a written list, they'd be highlighted. There's something extra sweet and satisfying about having some things disappear.
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