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It's a Trash Can't
Oct. 3rd, 2024 06:45 amYesterday was supposed to be the first day of new trash pickup services in our county. We even got issued trash cans and stuff - the kind that the truck can hook onto and lift. I put mine out early in the morning because I don't want to give the bears any reason to come sniffing around. The can won't fit in the shed we built for our smaller, self-purchased cans so we've got to rebuild it. Being able to lock the cans up has really helped with keeping her and her cubs from hanging around human habitation too much.
While I was out there I also heard the Barred Owl calling, but I couldn't quite figure out where it was perched.
Why do you suppose the truck came, stood next to my can, then picked up everyone else's trash? It wasn't even the big truck with the hook - the man had to get out, open the cans and lift the bags out by hand. I watched him do it. I know it's stupid to take such a thing personally but it felt like a "fuck you in particular" moment. This is the same company that had a contract in St. Johns County, but the county terminated it early because they were so dissatisfied with the service. So I'm sure this is going to be a real roller coaster. My neighbor was livid on my behalf, too, and we had an amusing text conversation while I was on hold with the garbage people. Of course, no one ever picked up the phone.
I have one-kilometer intervals to run today, but I also need to go with Fox into town for some stuff, and he's going to be going to PT. I'll probably do those on the treadmill, with an easy shakeout run tomorrow, and then the 5k on Saturday. I wish they'd scheduled it later in the month - it's going to be 72 for a low that morning, but a week later it's forecast to be 61. We're in the awkward transition time for this part of Florida, and for me, even five degrees can make a big difference in my running performance. Or I could just stop griping and go run.
While I was out there I also heard the Barred Owl calling, but I couldn't quite figure out where it was perched.
Why do you suppose the truck came, stood next to my can, then picked up everyone else's trash? It wasn't even the big truck with the hook - the man had to get out, open the cans and lift the bags out by hand. I watched him do it. I know it's stupid to take such a thing personally but it felt like a "fuck you in particular" moment. This is the same company that had a contract in St. Johns County, but the county terminated it early because they were so dissatisfied with the service. So I'm sure this is going to be a real roller coaster. My neighbor was livid on my behalf, too, and we had an amusing text conversation while I was on hold with the garbage people. Of course, no one ever picked up the phone.
I have one-kilometer intervals to run today, but I also need to go with Fox into town for some stuff, and he's going to be going to PT. I'll probably do those on the treadmill, with an easy shakeout run tomorrow, and then the 5k on Saturday. I wish they'd scheduled it later in the month - it's going to be 72 for a low that morning, but a week later it's forecast to be 61. We're in the awkward transition time for this part of Florida, and for me, even five degrees can make a big difference in my running performance. Or I could just stop griping and go run.
