Woke up feeling other than my normal ebullient self. I was thinking about an elderly neighbour of whom we are very fond who had a mishap yesterday and is awaiting surgery. She was already scheduled to move to a retirement home and will be the third long-time neighbour to leave the street in a short time.
I looked out the window and saw a brand new neighbour hauling his garbage across the street to my front yard. This would bother me at the best of times but this week we have more than enough garbage of our own. Amazingly neither of our sons is living at home right now and I took the opportunity to get rid of a lot of their junk. (Among the Incredible Hulk speakers, Ninja Turtles and torn, stretched out t-shirts I found a couple of pairs of jeans that fit me - bonus. They must be ancient, both boys having outgrown me by the time they were 13.) Back to the garbage. By way of welcoming Mr. New Guy to the neighbourhood I hollered out a friendly, "What are you doing? You can't put that there! They'll only take three bags." I must have been a frightening sight in my ratty bathrobe, hair uncombed, yelling like a fishwife. I managed to get him to agree to talk to the garbage guys so they wouldn't take his junk and leave ours behind. Nothing like a little discord in the a.m. to set up the day just right.
And did I mention it's raining cats and dogs?
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