I'd complain about the heat, but since I spent so much time this winter complaining about how bloody cold it was, I'll say nothing at all...
I went to the recycling centre out on Pido Road this morning, and I couldn't help but remember how often I end up there, aiming to get a free blue box. Maybe it's the area that I live in, but I've yet to have less than 3 months go by before I make the same trek all over again. Living by a high school gives a good guess as to why the latest one has disappeared, but I'm more certain that it's my damned neighbors who end up stealing them; I'm sure the last one I had is currently being used by the lady who lives two doors over.
I am not a neat-freak about anything, but it drives me crazy when my other neighbours use my blue box. If they went with the organizing scheme that the recycling department has worked out, it wouldn't be an issue, but no, I find plastic bottles mixed with coffee cups, junk mail, and plastic wrap, not to mention endless Pepsi cans inside. Now, I know for sure that it's my neighbor who lives below me, but I'm usually too damned lazy to make a big deal of it. Once, though, I dumped all the stuff that was in my blue box that wasn't mine in a clear blue-tinted bag and left it by her door for her to sort out, but I came back from work that evening and she had simply brought the bag back and dropped it inside my blue box.
And that pissed me off, so I spent the next week NOT continually reminding my girl not to jump in the house, I'd start cleaning at like 10:00 in the evening, firing up my ancient Sears vacuum cleaner that sounds like a fleet of B-52s preparing for take-off. And I'd play 80's music endlessly. Not loud enough to make her call the cops, but just loud enough that I knew that she was able to hear it. And while you should never judge a book by its cover, I just knew from the way she looked that the 80's weren't her thing. At all.
And lo and behold, the bag full of recycling disappeared the night before it was time to recycle. So, I started reminding my girl again not to jump or run in the house. I kept the music low, and went back to my slovenly ways. I kept up the tradition of saying 'hi' to her when our paths crossed. She returned the greeting, and neither of us spoke a word about what had happened.
That was in the winter, but just recently, its happened again. I've got a blue box full of coffee cups, mixed with pizza boxes, newpapers and the ever-familiar Pepsi cans.
So, Kole and I had a great game of hide and seek last night, and I've been cleaning to Oasis. Recycling day is tomorrow. I wonder what tomorrow will bring.