Lion and Magic Boy

I’m pretty sure that this morning was an “I told you so” moment.

Way back in the days when the House of Ex and the House of Karen were one, the primary Jobs of Ex involved mowing the grass and removing trash from the house, as well as some occasional random work with wires and tubes.

The trash thing, though, always got me. it was a huge production. I always had to be informed, with a weighty sigh of satisfaction, that the trash was OUT. This happened twice a week but it had the same import of, say, finishing a doctoral thesis.

Often, last-minute trash items (we’re talking half a small bag here) would be hurriedly run up the hill to join their friends being tossed at that very moment into the trash truck. A few times, bags of trash were actually carried through neighbors yards in order to catch the truck as it made its way up the hill, around the corner, and on its way.

I used to mock The Ex for this.

After all, we’re just talking trash here. Couldn’t it wait until the next pickup day?

This morning I awoke with trash on my mind. I remembered that I had forgotten to put out the big blue container last night. Oh well, the truck won’t come for hours. I can just lie here awhile. I thought about turning over for a bit, waking up slowly. After all, the kids weren’t here and there was no pressure to wake up, no one in the corner growling and singing. I’ll just lie here peacefully for a bit…

A truck just pulled into the neighborhood.

A trash truck???!

I got out of bed, pulled on some clothes, dashed downstairs and looked out the window. Sure enough, the trash truck! Damn! Within seconds I was dragging the big blue container to the curb.

I walked back to the house, stumbling a little because in my haste I had just put on glasses instead of my usual contacts, but feeling a little like I had finished a doctoral thesis: the trash was OUT!!

[tags] trash, trash truck, doctoral thesis, I told you so [/tags]