I’m so excited. Today is our first day of garbage pickup. No more going to the dump. This morning I pushed two cans, one with recyclables and one with garbage, to the end of the driveway. When I hear the big truck come along and dump, I’ll wheel them back to the garage. I’m excited because at our age, and with my husband’s back hurting, we need certain help that we didn’t always not to need. Things we took in stride, now take too many strides. I’m also grateful that we can afford this service that our town doesn’t provide.
What does garbage pick verse going to the dump have to do with silence, solitude, and simplicity? it is much simpler to organize the trash during the week, and certainly easier to drag the cans to the end of the driveway than load everything in the car and distribute it to the many (15?) recycle stations at the dump. Most of all it is about time—time to be silent and solitary.
What does garbage pick verse going to the dump have to do with silence, solitude, and simplicity? it is much simpler to organize the trash during the week, and certainly easier to drag the cans to the end of the driveway than load everything in the car and distribute it to the many (15?) recycle stations at the dump. Most of all it is about time—time to be silent and solitary.