Friday, May 6, 2011

Daily Report: GIGO

I spent all last evening crunching up all of the cardboard boxes I had received in the mail over the last few weeks and getting them ready for the trash. All the recyclables were set out, and the week's trash as well.

At noontime when I woke up today, the recyclables had been picked up, but the trash was still in the bin. There was some bubble wrap I had put on the very top... and a bit of stinky rotten food on the bottom. I figured maybe the garbage men had rejected my offering on the fact that bubble wrap should be recycled, or maybe it was just too stinky. I didn't know. I wheeled the garbage can back inside the garage and figured I would ask Uncle Bob what had gone wrong later in the day.

At 2:00 this afternoon, I was in the shower when the garbage truck came trundling around the cul-de-sac looking for my garbage. (I forgot that the recycle men and the garbage men stop by at different times of the morning... or, day on certain occasions apparently) Not wanting to go running down my driveway, naked, dripping wet, pulling a trash bin behind me... I figure the garbage will just have to wait until next week. (Though I'll probably need to buy a new garbage bin because the stink embedded in the plastic from the rotted food will be other-worldly.) Hopefully next time they won't be 8 hours late.

It was a god-awful dark gray day today. I had the lights on in the house at mid-afternoon. Got work done on editing and the Bubba Gump project. After that, Uncle Bob came over for cocktails, and then we went out to the Chinese buffet for dinner.


Mom said...

Okay. Not sure what GIGO means. Sounds like your weather is what we have 80% of the time up here. or whatever.

Jil Wrinkle said...

Go to Google and type in GIGO.

Weather here is turned around 100% and now it is once again sunny with a gentle breeze. I'm going to go do my best to save all of the flowers and plants and stuff. See if I can develop my father's green thumb.