I’m not sure which was more confusing – the fact that I came home yesterday and my big pile of paper recycling had not been picked up or the fact that at 1 AM I heard what sounded like trash pick up happening, some bottles being dumped into something, a really big truck going by my house, and then backing up and, indeed, my paper recycling stuff going away in the big truck like it was supposed to. Guess I’m glad I decided to leave it out in case pick up was going to be today which, technically, I guess it was.
Coming home to the big pile of paper sitting there gave me a moment of inner talk that went something like:
I know I’m confused as to what day it is, but I’m pretty sure I put the trash out on the right day (Tuesday night, yes) and I’m pretty sure it’s paper pick up week (later, checking, yes) and so what happened. No message from trash pick up company which often robo-calls everyone if there’s a change in plans which I find helpful and a good use of the technology like National Grid robo-calling after an outage. There were other people’s trash out too so it wasn’t just me, I guess. But maybe they have a different pick up day. What to do? Maybe I’ll just leave it there until tomorrow since the weather says no rain, hopefully. Wet paper recycling bin = badness.
(and I had this long monologue without thinking about today being bloomsday!)
OK well, crisis averted. Paper gone. I needed it gone because it was the result of my clean out and I couldn’t really do more until there was someplace to store the next round til pick up day.
And on another thread of the stream of consciousness thing, what about the OED list (OK what about the fact that I have OED stuff coming to me via twitter and that I can access things like their new words/meanings list – that is just amazing to me, up there with being able to see images of beethoven scores via the museums they live in…); what about the OED new words/meanings list that includes:
greenswardsmanship
I need the meaning. I need meaning. I need more. I’m going to go sew long seams together and not worry about the fact that my neighbor apparently does mow his lawn almost every day.
My life, an inch and a half at a time.
