“Ours is a culture and a time immensely rich in trash as it is in treasures.”
My lethargy is no longer. For the last two days I have been busy. I sweatshirted tables yesterday, shined the kitchen counter, threw away outdated foods from a couple of cabinets and did some errands. Right now I have a wash going. That laundry bag sat in the dining room, a new spot, until I bought detergent yesterday. This morning I have even made my bed. My fridge is fixed. The repairmen came at 10. They found the fridge was running 20˚ too cold. I had raised the fridge temperature but only by a few degrees. The repairman cleared a couple of shelves and found out the damper was clogged with ice, probably a cube which fell. This is the last morning I’ll have to defrost my cream. I almost want to click my heels.
Today is mostly sunny, and it is 41˚. I was surprised by the warmth when I went to get my papers. I even stood outside a while and had to squint as the sun was so bright. I’m thinking I need to go out again today, maybe a dump run. My trunk is filled with cans and newspaper, and the back seat is filled with boxes. It’s time.
When I was a kid, my father always took out the barrels and brought the empty barrels back to the cellar when he got home from work. I remember the basket in the kitchen, and my brother complaining when he had to empty it. Back then, even the empty barrels were heavy as they were metal. I have a similar barrel stored under the back steps. I don’t use it.
Gwen is getting brave. She sleeps in the upstairs hall. The poor cat still has some clumps, but I always cut a few of the thick ones when she’ll let me. The two cats clean their dry and wet food dishes almost every day. I need more of each so I’m thinking Agway today. I also want to buy a few house plants as I have empty pots where plants have gone to their rewards.
I’m glad for having Henry for so many reasons. One reason is I can talk out loud, and if I’m heard, I can say I was talking to Henry. Most times, though, I’m just talking out loud.
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January 23, 2020 at 10:44 pm
I like today’s theme. A great week in so many ways.
Do the cats vocalize?
January 23, 2020 at 10:51 pm
Thanks, Rowen.
Siamese are the most vocal cats. They have loud meows which sound more like whining. Jack meows but infrequently. He does it only when he is in the den with me and wants something.I have only heard Gwen hiss. It was at Henry when she and he met in the small hall upstairs.
Cats are often annoyingly vocal.
January 24, 2020 at 12:22 am
Hi Kat,
Garbage and trash are really separate things. I think of garbage as food waste that can go down a disposer while trash is the stuff that has to be carted away to a landfill.
I believe that life on this planet began when aliens arrived for a picnic and left their garbage. Therefore, we evolved from alian garbage that festered into micro organisms that eventually evolved into human beings. This theory explains how some people are bad or evil, such as Hitler, Stalin and Trump. They evolved from garbage and they have stinky genes that never evolved to a better human being. 🙂
The rain and fog cleared up and it was sunny and cool in the low 50s.
January 24, 2020 at 11:28 am
My barrels stand beside the garage on the other side of the gravel road so I don’t have to even remember what day they come here to empty them 🙂 Just as well because I never remember what day it is 🙂 🙂
I did my weekend shopping on my way home as I always do on Fridays, it could have taken just minutes to do it all but then I have been shopping there for over twenty years now so a lot of the time spent there is spent by talking to all who works there 🙂 🙂
Have a great day!
Christer.
January 24, 2020 at 11:36 am
Christer,
I have to pay to have my trash picked up at the house. I also have to pay for a sticker to the dump. It is expensive but cheaper than a trash service.
When I shop, I choose home delivery. I have two stores to choose from. I use all the specials to decide which one.
Enjoy your day!