As my trash cans filled up (both of them) I started wondering why they hadn't been picked up. The (independent) man who takes care of this comes on Tuesday and Friday--and I'd had at least one container out there just over a week.

Naturally, I was worrying about "the worst." This man is probably pretty close to my age--he was doing pickup when we came back here in '76.

Several years ago a big time cmpany--complete with very noisy trucks--started a service in the areas outside city limits. We stayed with the guy we'd been using--he was friendly, reasonable, and didn't "deliver" trash like some of the big guys seem to do.

I checked my checkbook to be sure I'd paid him recently, and I had.

I couldn't find him in the phone book, but nowadays with cell phones lots of people aren't there any more.

But when I went out this morning both my barrels were sitting at the side of the driveway, lids placed upside down.

Big time sigh of relief.

Other than that, the day was uneventful

(And isn't it something when the highpoint of one's day is the appearance of the trash pickup person! )