Month: October 2002

Finally back after having lunch with two ex-coworkers today. Oh man, I forgot how much we used to laugh together at work! It really does make me sad, to think about how much I adored that job, and how terrible it was when they laid me off. I wish I still there, but I’d want all my old co-workers to still be there. I know that won’t happen – couldn’t happen – so I suppose maybe I don’t wish I was still there.

Anyway, we have to do that more often.

The Banana Site has a link to the main Dump on it. Back in 1997 I talked about a banana I had eaten, and the sticker that was on it. I feel a part of a larger something with that link. I’m guessing if I talk about Dole Bananas here, and discuss how many of them my son has eaten since the day he was born (at least one each day for the past 3 or so years) he could be their poster boy.

I have bought more bananas than I care to count. And I’ve almost got it down now, how to buy them (how many, what color and when) so that we never waste any or have to make banana bread. Sure, I’m feeling cocky, but at least I’m a very efficient banana-buyer. And for the record, Shaws bananas are 100x better than Victory bananas…I think the Victory ones are often frozen before I buy them, because they turn odd colors MUCH faster. And their bananas seem to have more bruises. So Shaws it is.

At quarter of seven (while I was safely snuggled under the covers) I heard a truck pick up my recyclables. I am the man! Er, the woman! When I hopped out of bed a little later, I glanced out the window and saw at least two houses that didn’t have their rubbish out. Hmmmmm. (tee hee!) And that truck was early because I assume it was just flying around on its route without needing to do too much stopping.

But by 8:45, when I added a little more to my barrel and dragged up the recycle bin, I saw at least 3 houses now had barrels or bags out. So either they heard the truck this morning or they saw my empty recycle bin on the side of the road. There. At least I didn’t screw up. Today. I can’t vouch for tomorrow.

I realized that today is Sunday and tomorrow is Monday, which means I needed to do trash. I was not a happy camper, as it’s pouring rain and dark out. I crossed my fingers that it’s a trash holiday, but according to the piece of paper with the trash calendar on it, no such luck. So I grabbed the recyclables (cause, you know, it’s my luck that it’s not just a simple trash night, it’s both) and the trash and went out to deal with it all. Ah, lovely wet weather we’re having today. So I drag the barrel to the end of the drive while pushing the recycle bin with my foot, and I look around – nobody else in sight has their’s out yet.

That means they are looking at each other’s drive, and saying “Well, if XYZ doesn’t have it out, I won’t put mine out.” And they’ll see mine out and laugh at me. But when they have to store their trash for a whole extra week, who will be laughing? This happened in this neighborhood before, for the record. The trash guys just flew through the neighborhood driving past all the houses, and they made an assumption about Chez Dump. I took great pleasure in watching them have to back up when they realized the we were on the ball. Maybe after tomorrow I will be the unofficial “house to watch”. That’d be cool. I actually watch a house up the street sort of across from our road. An older couple lives there and they are always right on target with holidays, and whether or not it’s recycle day. Well HE didn’t have his out. But maybe it was in a dark back and I just couldn’t see it. I just feel confident that I’m right about this. Wish me luck.

Moving around some of my regular links. I may play with some other stuff too, now that this is a .php page. Maybe I should finish the “learn PHP in 24 Hours” book I still haven’t finished.

Also, what smells? I need to do some investigation, because something over here where I’m sitting smells like sour milk. Because Junior will be 5 in January, I know it’s not spit-up on my shirt.