Live from Our Stinky Street
It has been a week that I don’t want to look back, or think back of the smells.
On Tuesday evening, I took out all the garbage bags. The next morning, with my absolute unwillingness, I had to clean up after a raccoons’ feast over night. I waited the whole day for the city to come and pick up the garbage. They didn’t come. Everybody’s garbage was out on the side walk waiting. I didn’t suspect there was a mistake on my part regarding the schedule.
I waited for the whole day when the garbage got cooked steaming in the sun. When we came home from our dinner outside, I wanted to bring them in. The husband said to wait. I had not a hope that the city workers would come after hours. It was only easy to get into a mode of denial when it involves something so unpleasant. And of course I forgot all about it later on Wednesday night.
The next morning, I had to do another clean up after the raccoons, nearly throwing up in the process. The garbage bags sat outside for another day of cooking. It became apparent the city had switched our garbage day from Wednesday morning to Friday morning. And I had to choose between bringing the bags in and out or having a third-around of clean up. I chose the former.
By this morning, some of the bags had at least 4 layers of the bags one on top of the other. Pure nightmare!
On Tuesday evening, I took out all the garbage bags. The next morning, with my absolute unwillingness, I had to clean up after a raccoons’ feast over night. I waited the whole day for the city to come and pick up the garbage. They didn’t come. Everybody’s garbage was out on the side walk waiting. I didn’t suspect there was a mistake on my part regarding the schedule.
I waited for the whole day when the garbage got cooked steaming in the sun. When we came home from our dinner outside, I wanted to bring them in. The husband said to wait. I had not a hope that the city workers would come after hours. It was only easy to get into a mode of denial when it involves something so unpleasant. And of course I forgot all about it later on Wednesday night.
The next morning, I had to do another clean up after the raccoons, nearly throwing up in the process. The garbage bags sat outside for another day of cooking. It became apparent the city had switched our garbage day from Wednesday morning to Friday morning. And I had to choose between bringing the bags in and out or having a third-around of clean up. I chose the former.
By this morning, some of the bags had at least 4 layers of the bags one on top of the other. Pure nightmare!
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