So, as I was bellyaching earlier this morning, some idiot dumped a haystack outside my back gate into the alley, meaning I have to haul my trash around Robin Hood’s Barn to reach the designated garbage barrel.
But lo!!! Times change fast!!
The City just sent a giant garbage truck up the alley, accompanied by a bull-dozer. Dozed the debris pile into the truck. And off they went!
So now I’ve called off Gerardo (or tried to: he’s not answering his phone). He would’ve socked me with a nice bill for hauling all that stuff off to the dump.
Sorta amazing, because I thought the city trucks weren’t supposed to pick up loose trash in the alleys. In some neighborhoods that don’t have alleys (usually in tonier precincts), people put out trash at the curb in front of their houses, and the city sends around bulldozers and trucks. But if you have an alley (as we do) you can’t just toss loose trash out there.
Huh. One of the other neighbors must have called and complained.
Ohhhh well…$50 plus the cost of the county dump’s entry fee that I didn’t have to pay Gerardo. Yay!
A-a-a-a-n-n-d…
HOLY Doggerel!
Glance up from this blog squib and see, through the back patio door, dear Ruby out there, INSIDE the pool fence! She’s prancing along the edge of the drink.
Jayzus! Does this stuff never stop?
Take a deep breath. Fake placid calmness. Stroll outside. Wave a doggy-treat. Call the dog.
Mercifully, the doggy-treat works. She comes a-running.
Mercifully, she does not slip and fall into the water.
{sigh}
So I suppose we’re actually saved in TWO small ways.
Stop the world!
I wanna get off!