I spend more time in my art studio these days. It's in back of the house, by the alley. Retirement of sorts is one reason for this. Having no work is the other. It's a blended combination caused by old age and The Great Recession. I'm so glad this now has a name. I preferred The Great Depression II, but it didn't catch on.
You're wondering "what the hell has this got to do with a trash truck?"
Waste Management has a schedule. They pick our trash up on Tuesdays. All morning. I noticed this since I too have been here all morning. First pass - about 8 AM. But it's just a fly-by. Just a go-through, as if to see if trash is still here. It is. The truck rumbles through at a pretty good clip for a Tyrannosaurus Rex, not picking anything up, but disturbing the gaggle of crows smorgas-boarding on my neighbors overflowing trash. I wonder if this maybe is a time trial run. You know, just to get the 'feel' of the track conditions or something. Or to lay claim to indeed having the 'baddest truck on the circuit'.
Time trial is over and 15 minutes later the truck comes down from the other direction, picking up my other neighbor's trash, and disturbing the crows again to the south. 10 more minutes and the truck speeds down the street, not turning down our alley. Then moments later, the other direction down the street. I'm wondering if Rex has found some prey and is perhaps chasing it down before feasting on the caged meals awaiting in their green bins.
Silence.
Then Rex comes stealthily from the other alley's direction. The crows scatter and Rex devours their meal, leaving few remnants as he leaves the alley - and, MY trash.
Then, Rex returns from the street this time down my alley and stops at our bins. "Aha! thought you would be spared, eh?" He devours our bin of sacrifice.
Then up and down the alley twice more, and the street. I can hear Rex in the distance now, feasting on neighbors south. It remains a mystery. I have to take out more trash...talk later.
It's always something
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