Oh my prophetic soul

[flemmings]

The recycle pickup always  comes in the afternoon while the garbage one always comes in the morning, for reasons the city has never explained. Maybe because garbage pickup doubles up with garden waste half the year and the trucks must make two passes. Whatever, this week is recycle so I put out a bag of broken down boxes (one of my Accomplishments for the day; the other was shrink-wrapping the bedroom window with the AC in it, which I haven't done in several years because of the mild winters.) My recycle bin was only about 2/3 full so I thought to leave it for another fortnight. Then spent a scratchy evening pulling staples out of old slash APAs from the 90s. I was scratchy because of course I reread bits here and there and I didn't need to be reminded of that time at all. X-Files, Babylon 5, Due South, Bodie and Doyle, all that. Then looked at the bag of papersand thought about sticking them in the bin and putting it out. But it was dark and cold and I could always do it this morning. Did think, 'But remember once the recycle came early,' yeah well, once in as many years as the memory of man runneth not to the contrary. So went to bed in the grateful warmth of a thermostat bumped up to 20C, so warm I had to close a vent in the bedroom.

And woke to the grinding gears of the garbage truck at 9:15 a.m. At least I got the green bin out last night, though with the return of wintry temperatures I could easily have let the biodegradables sit outside in it until next week.