Pickin’ Up the Trash

How’s that for a post-Thanksgiving title?  Literally, though, I awoke to the unpleasant surprise that an animal had not only gone after my trash, but pried the cover off, despite the bungee cord attaching it to the can and to the porch railing, tipped it over, ripped open the bag and spread the contents all around.    And while this occurred in the night, I didn’t hear a bark or growl from either of my ferocious guard dogs, not even Shadow, who sleeps in the back porch with the mission of guarding the back entrance.  Makes me wonder …

So dressed for the “wintry mix” that was falling, I picked up the trash I had thrown away over the last week and a half.  The bag didn’t get to the road on Wednesday because I missed the deadline.  Yes, folks, where I live if the trash isn’t up to the road by 6 a.m. on pickup day, at noon, the pickup guys slap a big orange sticker on it and leave without it.  I have yet to figure out how they know if it’s out there by 6:00.  Does our county pay someone to drive around and take notes?  Photos maybe, and then relay that information to the pickup guys? I don’t get it.  Sounds like one of those “rules for the sake of rules” things to me.

At 6:00 a.m. Wednesday morning I was working at my computer and apparently not thinking about trash.  Thus there was a bag in the trash can just waiting for whatever animal strolled in overnight.  Possum, coon, feral cats?  Who knows?  Seeing as Shadow the ferocious guard dog didn’t sound an alarm, I didn’t see the intruder(s).

The point?  In this greatest nation on the planet, we sure throw away a lot of stuff.  With Thanksgiving and Black Friday dominating the news, we’re seeing evidence of plenty and the grab for more.  I know “commerce makes the world go round”, am involved in it myself as both buyer and seller.  But the magnitude bothers me.  With all we have are we a thankful nation, instilling the value of appreciation and thankfulness in our children?  Hard to tell.

Just looking at my trash says I am, no doubt, a consumer, minimal compared to those with children at home, perhaps, but still, I was out there this morning, picking up trash.  And it gave me lots to think about.

How about you?  If someone rifled through your trash, what would they learn about you?  And if some animal spread it all over your front yard, would you be out there fast, before anyone could see?  Pickin’ up the trash – food for thought ….


O Give Thanks …

To many,  those words are the familiar beginning of a common prayer spoken after meals.  Growing up in my house, it was said after every meal taken together.  According to the clock, Thanksgiving Day 2009, is history and I’d like to end my day with a word of reflection.

It was a good day, and like so many, contained ups and downs.  Being the “up” person that I am, I’m thankful for the good things and will deal with the “down” things tomorrow as need be.  There are three more days before the next weekly routine returns and there’s lots to accomplish in those three days so I’m thankful for the time.

I spent the day with loved ones, starting in a worship service attended with a brother, followed by dinner with his family.  I spoke to my other two brothers on the phone as well as a sister-in-law and nephews ,  my folks, a niece and a special aunt, mentioned often in this blog, Auntie Arlene, and of course, my daughters.

Email brought greetings from expected and one unexpected source, and I’m thankful for the technology that allows us to stay in touch across the miles. I spent a few hours on algebra with my trusted study partner, again, thanks to technology we can study together though we live in different parts of the state.

I’m going to lay down and close out the day, uncharacteristically leaving dishes in the sink.  It’s okay and I’m thankful that I have the choice.  There was a day I wouldn’t dream of going to bed with kitchen less than perfect; thankfully I’m more comfortable with myself and my home, knowing I answer only to myself and my Lord.  And I believe He’s smiling as I leave this untidy kitchen to the morning and prepare to rest. It’s time.

It’s been a good day and I’m a thankful woman turning in for the night, à demain ….