The city of Marietta sends out a little flyer at the beginning of each year advising you of any changes in the trash pickup schedule. Since one of our trash pickup days is Monday, we get many pickup changes for Monday holidays. Occasionally other days are pre-empted as well. Our other collection day is Thursday, so on Thanksgiving week we usually have only one pickup.

This year, of course, Christmas was a Thursday, and this week was also scheduled as a one-pickup week. We hate this because James is an avid cook and the two of us somehow manage to fill up a big trash can full of cans. bottles, etc. in three or four days, despite ripping up boxes, squishing things as small as possible and other space-saving measures. We can't leave the "wet garbage" in the outside trash can, either, because we have so many feral cats in the neighborhood we would have smelly garbage scattered everywhere.

The kitchen trash can was chock full this morning. I had a garbage bag full of wrapping paper for Christmas and went around the house collecting paper trash from the rest of the house. This, a few other boxes, and a milk jug or two went into that bag, which I could put at the curb for Monday because the cats would ignore it.

Well, what should appear about eleven o'clock but the trash collectors! The dog shrilled and I shrieked, dragging the overflowing trash bag from the can and fumbling with the lock on the front door. There I was in just sweatpants, sweatshirt and slippers, a fat late-forties woman chasing after the garbage truck, feeling like something out of a comic strip! Luckily one of our male neighbors, who was also trying to shag down the truck, offered to take it to the truck for me as it stopped. I was blowing like a racehorse, but managed to thank him profusely.

Sheeesh, guys, if I'd known you were coming I'd have had it out there ready for you!

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