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Oh happy day
The garbage guys took my organic garbage. Which they did not do last week. On top of which, either they or someone else added two more bags to it. I could put my own bags back in the freezer, but Other People's were too big. I put them in a new bag and closed it up, but it sat in the heat for a week anyway. I checked it yesterday and it was crawling with maggots. Maggots don't bother me much, and I was interested to note that what the diaper guy at the daycare insisted were maggots, weren't. They were much smaller than maggots and I had no difficulty rinsing them off and rebagging and thereby winning the heart of our business coordinator, who thought she'd have to do it. In her 'dressed for a desk job' outfit, while I was wearing 'dressed for snotty infants' grubbies.
As for yesterday's maggots, I rinsed them off and poured bleach into the bin, and so much for the maggots. Put festering bags into a paper Bag To Earth bag and stuck the disappointing plastic bag in the garbage. But worried the garbage guys would think it was garden waste put in the wrong bin so I had to put out a garden bag to show I know the diffrence. Anyway, it's gone and I am relieved.
And because it was a garbage night yesterday I also vacuumed and swiftered the downstairs so things are unwontedly clean this morning.
Then comes the mail and a notice from the city in the kind of envelope usually reserved for 'your neighbours want to add a third storey to their house how do you feel about this?' Opened it anyway and it turns out to be the city saying my rebate has been approved to the tune of $1300+ dollars. I do so like having money. Impetus is to rush out and spend half of it on a vertical rollator, but caution says maybe spend it on the physio who will dispense with the need for a vertical rollator. On days like -- this week, actually, when I can't believe my back will ever stop hurting, I think No, rollator. But I may wait till after my first session.
Oh, and I'm down half a kilo from last week. This is a *good* day. Well, except for my back.
As for yesterday's maggots, I rinsed them off and poured bleach into the bin, and so much for the maggots. Put festering bags into a paper Bag To Earth bag and stuck the disappointing plastic bag in the garbage. But worried the garbage guys would think it was garden waste put in the wrong bin so I had to put out a garden bag to show I know the diffrence. Anyway, it's gone and I am relieved.
And because it was a garbage night yesterday I also vacuumed and swiftered the downstairs so things are unwontedly clean this morning.
Then comes the mail and a notice from the city in the kind of envelope usually reserved for 'your neighbours want to add a third storey to their house how do you feel about this?' Opened it anyway and it turns out to be the city saying my rebate has been approved to the tune of $1300+ dollars. I do so like having money. Impetus is to rush out and spend half of it on a vertical rollator, but caution says maybe spend it on the physio who will dispense with the need for a vertical rollator. On days like -- this week, actually, when I can't believe my back will ever stop hurting, I think No, rollator. But I may wait till after my first session.
Oh, and I'm down half a kilo from last week. This is a *good* day. Well, except for my back.