Yeah . . . I kind of forgot all about it. And when I remembered I came up blank as to what to write about. It's still kind of blank in there. Plus, I'm writing this Tuesday night, which actually feels like Monday night when I don't have to worry about a blog post at all.
*sigh*
So I was
This is a really good idea, but I'm not going to use it this week. Instead I'm going to talk about a subject that comes up every Monday night. Or in this case a Monday-like night. Namely, the garbage.
I don't know how things work where you are, but where I live the garbage and recycling go out once a week on the night before pick up - that is to say, Monday night. When there's a holiday Monday pick-up is moved to the following night.
Although the services our taxes pay for are supposed to include garbage pick up, we still have to buy garbage tags to place on the bags - no tag, no pick up. Plus we're limited to three bags per household (although we can have as many bags of recycling as we like). Normally we only put out one bag.
Anyway, a few years ago, my husband and his friend started calling Monday nights "garbage eve". I'm not sure which one came up with the name but either one can give you a long list of (imaginary) rituals that are observed, including fireworks.
I, for my part, wrote a song to commemorate the occasion. It's sung to the tune of "Oh Christmas Tree":
Garbage Eve
O Garbage Eve! O Garbage Eve!
I hate thee with a passion;
O Garbage Eve! O Garbage Eve!
Where is the can for trashin’?
I hate you when the summer’s here,
But also when the winter’s near,
O Garbage Eve! O Garbage Eve!
I hate thee with a passion!
Okay, maybe it's not much of a song. But still, it's better than skipping my Wednesday post again, right? :-D
