Cleaning Out
Bert and I did a little house maintenance this weekend. He cleaned out some of his old clothes that no longer fit. Those are his ribs you see under that sweater. Bert is a skinny minnie now.
And Remus napped on the pile of clean clothes.
I cleaned out the hall closest and stored the cleaning supplies under the sink and the all the entertaining dishes in the closet. They hadn’t been put away from the book club meeting we had at the house… 3 weeks ago… don’t judge me. I’ve been busy! I’ve been sick! I’ve been lazy!
And Remus napped on the clean clothes.
I cleaned out and reorganized the pantry.
And Remus napped in his bed on my desk.
I cleaned out the fridge and made Tuna fish.
And Romulus sulked on scrap foam because he wasn’t allowed to have any of the tuna.
This is what our combined efforts produced by Sunday afternoon.
A mountain of trash that is still residing right behind the front door. The trash pickup doesn’t come until Tuesday and we have dumpster divers in our stellar neighborhood. I put nothing out until the last possible second.
Part of me wants to cover everything in the trash with used kitty litter. The other part of me knows that’s just as wrong as going through someone else’s garbage that is still sitting on their own property.
For a while there were were taking everything but the kitchen garbage to a nearby trash compactor. But after a week or two of daily harassing phone calls to the city, they started stepping up patrols on my street for collection days and the pickers disappeared.
Still. I’m not taking any chances.
How did this delightful post about Bert being skinny and Remus napping turn into a garbage pickers rant? I blame the weather. The high is 78 today and there are thunderstorms. In January. Where’s my snow storm? Where’s my toasted marshmallows on crackers with peanut butter? Where’s winter for crying out loud?
