can get off to a rocky start! I thought I would have the day OFF today, but no, the phone rang at 5:50 am. So I am up and at it by 6:00, though I am none too speedy this drizzly and drab Monday morning.
I always take Vimy for a walk before I go to work, so out the door we went, with me stopping to put some recycling in my big blue recycling bin first. I had left the little box at the door the night before, so I wouldn't forget it. I dump all those recyclables in the half full bin, and turn to throw some of Vimy's weekend deposits into the big, black garbage can. It is upside down, as I had cleaned it, and wanted it to dry out a bit. When I right that bin, I notice that one side of the cover is lopsided. Upon closer inspection, I realize that one of two dowels that holds the cover in place, is missing.

I also realize at that
exact same moment, that I had found that dowel on the grass on the weekend. I had picked it up, and not knowing what it was, put it in my little recycling box in the house. YES, the SAME box whose contents I had just dumped into the BIG blue bin. FRIG A DIG! I figure I might as well dig it out right now, and not wait until later, when I would forget. So there I am at 7:15 am in the morning, with my head and half my body stuck in that bin, trying to find that dowel. Well of COURSE, it had fallen right to the bottom. I had to empty the
E=N=T=I=R=E bin. My recyclables are now strewn all over my back yard! I retrieve the dowel, put it back on the lopsided cover of the garbage bin, (It fits thank goodness!), throw all my recyclables BACK in the blue bin, and head out for the delayed walk, none the worse for wear, but tired, and now ten minutes late.
Vimy is trailing behind when we return from our walk. I hadn't put his leash on, because it has been so dark when we walked every morning for the last month and there was never a soul about in the neighbourhood. I could see as I turned around to call him, that he had just made a DEPOSIT on my neighbour's lawn, the neighbour kitty corner to me. For one split second a
little voice inside my head said, "Leave it! You're late!". However, I couldn't do THAT. I get so cross with people who don't POOP AND SCOOP. Well, you know what I mean. Their dog poops, and they
DON'T scoop. I crossed the street and started walking up the incline of their lawn. Do you think I can find that poop, amidst all that brown grass and those leaves? A
SECOND little voice pipes up in my head, saying, "You could
PRETEND to find it!". It is a fleeting thought, because I then hear
ANOTHER , now
THIRD little voice that says, "Come this way Madame. Come this way, Madame." What??? I look up and there, in the window, which she has opened, is the
homeowner, beckoning me towards Vimy's bomb. Can you imagine, if I had heeded that second little voice in my head, and pretended to scoop, while all the while I WAS BEING WATCHED??? OMG - all I needed was another pissed off neighbour. I thank her for saving me five minutes of searching for the darn deposit. I bag it and trash it. Then I jump in my car, and drive off, thinking, "I just dodged a bullet!"
Hi Sis. You just proved that there is always more than just GOD watching us. I wish I could express myself in writing as well as you Lovely Lady.
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Deletehahaha. I have heard those two voices. The 2nd one, "you could pretend to find it"...I HAVE actually listened to a time or two after searching a seaweed littered beach at dusk...luckily not a beach that is used much and one that DOES tend to have some high tides! Even so..there is guilt. But not too much. I know I did my best to be a good citizen. My little bag of seaweed gets emptied onto the flower bed when I arrive home. :)
ReplyDeleteFinding deposits in seaweed? The worst!
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