Today was our first garbage day. Ever. And by our, I mean mine, because Jeremy is in Bangalore, India right now.
You see, growing up, my dad was on garbage day duty. Rolling the ancient metal garbage cans out in their wheeley cart to the end of the street. And since that time, I have lived in multifamily locales, where we just took bags of trash down to a dumpster or garbage can whenever we needed.
But now, we are real, grown, garbage day, homeowners. Which meant that this morning, and every Friday morning in the future, I will be taking the trash and recycle out, and bringing it to the corner.
This morning found me wrangling dirty, salt filled, carboard boxes, and stacks of styrofoam out to the curb, while trying my best not to fall flat on my face on the skating rink (aka driveway). Halfway down the driveway I realized that maybe I should use the trash can like one of those little kid ice skating walkers and push it, holding on for dear life. Well that worked for about 3 steps, until I started to slip, and had visions of the trash can, and all of its contents falling on top of me.
This is a huge, life changing day. My life has moved from bags of trash, into garbage day. As life moves on, so too does one's trash disposal method.
Things I learned from Garbage Day #1:
- Take your trash out BEFORE you get dressed in your work. Garbage day is messy, especially in the middle of winter. Do not wear nice black pants while loading and bringing out the trash can.
- Wear gloves when the weather is -40 degrees and you are trying to fill and schlep said trash can.
- Fill trash can the night before, so in the morning, all you need to do is pull it out. I will not forget this one from now on.
Or that Jeremy takes over Garbage day upon his return, and for every consecutive Friday following. Garbage day, I don't like you.
And so begins the adventures of home ownership. Well I guess we've been in home ownership for a while, but home dwellingship. Is that a word? If not, it is now.