...So I am awakened this morning by the unmistakable sound of the trash truck grinding its way down the street. I look at the clock, and it's not even 8:00 AM!
In our neighbourhood, the trash truck never comes before 10:30, and frequently doesn't show up until late in the afternoon.
They pick TODAY to come early. TODAY, when my trash can is full of litter box contents and the detritus from beneath Brendan's bed. TODAY, the Monday before Thanksgiving. Guess what day they are supposed to come, next? Yup. Thursday. Got it in one. My trash can is going to be exuding noisome fumes until NEXT MONDAY.
Even I don't expect them to show up on Thanksgiving Day!
I never put the garbage out the night before. Too much opportunity for roving dogs. This area doesn't have a huge problem with dogs, but somebody's gets out sometimes. We all know how dogs consider the contents of the litter box to be tasty morsels.
That's my excuse for not putting it out last night, and I'm sticking to it.
Our cold snap seems to have ended, as it's warmer this morning than it has been during the day for the past week. Nothing like temps in the 60s and 70s to spread the noxious odour.
My neighbours are going to love me more than they already do.
Thank you SO MUCH, Round Rock Refuse.
Don't expect a Christmas packet from me.