Tuesday is garbage day, every other week.

And you better believe we mark it on the calendar because missing a garbage collection is a massive inconvenience. Recycling, and green bins go every week, you miss a cardboard collection, oh well, not a big deal, seven days later it’s gone. But if the garbage man surprises you by showing up at 7:00am on the dot rather than 4:45pm, or 6:00pm like they usually do, whoo-boy! That’s a problem. Storing stinky garbage for two weeks taking with any new accumulation gets messy. Also not guaranteed it will all get taken. We have a three can limit. Which sometimes is enforced as a three bag limit. So we have to juggle bag sizes if we have excess trash from an event or new purchase.

The last time we had garbage day it was also a large item disposal day, do couches and stuff were out on the curb. That meant it was going to be a long, long day for the trucks. Slow going, and heavy. Maybe I should have put the old water softener, and brine tank out. Probably should have, but my inlaws still have my dolly. I should probably just go buy a new one. I’d prefer not to but the odds of me getting my own back on a permanent basis are slim to none. Small price to pay, and all that…

Tuesday in early October. The fair has come and gone, now we turn to look towards Thanksgiving, and then Halloween. Am I sad that we won’t be skipping a huge portion of the grey, and dreary month of November? Yes, yes I am, but that just means that we can lean into Christmas really hard this year. I went out grocery shopping yesterday and picked up some skeletons, and more inflatables for the front lawn. I’m in spooky month mode right now, and not yet even thinking about winter and Christmas. We have at least one birthday/party to sort out first. Although she is ok having the tree up, and exterior lights on the house before her birthday. Christmas is the real big to do around here, so spending six weeks with decorations up, music playing, food and themed sweaters is kinda fun. We do have to work hard to create a mood. One which, I will say, my wife does not feel, nor share. If I didn’t do the tree, and lights it would not happen. She’s no scrooge, just not festive, like at all. I don’t know what spoiled Christmas for her, but she does not feel any kind of seasonal joy around late November and into December. I can’t fix it for her, but I try to add some festive joy for the kids.

Well I need to move some scrap metal out of the garage, so I best hop to it.