This is the culmination of my previous post: I Trashed the Neighborhood. I told my girls I had to go next door for a moment. They asked why, and I told them I might have done something inappropriate and needed to find out if I got caught….
I stepped onto my front porch and paused to take in my surroundings. Our garbage man still hadn’t shown up. The “vacationing” neighbor kids rode their bikes up and down their driveway, passing the cushion stuffed trash can again and again. Were they guarding it?Continue reading “I Trashed the Neighborhood: Part II”→
Wednesdays are special days in my neighborhood. It’s the day that Marc “Somebody” stops by to clean out a little corner of my world. He painlessly rids us of the grime, goo, and waste that fits into our 96 gallon trash receptacle. He does this weekly, before the birds sing. Oh how I love garbage day!
After recently cleaning out our basement, I donated “treasures” to the Salvation Army and an excessive amount of trash to Marc’s truck. Dumping all those bags made me feel like Santa when he tosses sacks of toys into his sleigh. The basement overhaul required two Wednesday visits from Marc. I was tempted to bag up the rest of the junk and spread the holiday cheer into each of my neighbors’ cans. I stopped myself though, remembering an incident that happened years ago with the family next door.Continue reading “I Trashed the Neighborhood”→
March 1st, 2017, certainly came in like a lion, roaring with windstorms and drooling with downpours. Our neighborhood was strewn with broken tree limbs and debris. Our driveway even caught a dismembered piece of soffit from our next door neighbor’s roof. Continue reading “White Trash all over the Neighborhood”→