Garbage days and crappy pizza
This morning when I was standing in the shower I heard a garbage truck banging around at the mental hospital across the street. I suddenly realized that I had no idea what day's garbage days are. My house is located on a corner lot
on one side street is a long fence and across the street is an empty wooded lot. As a result
there is no one to care if I leave my garbage can sitting out there all week long.
Now I have lived in slightly more decent neighborhoods. Even if I did not have a homeowners association
I would still bring in my garbage cans every night. When I had a rental house in Orlando
I had to. I was at the end of the garbage man's route or something
and by time he got to my garbage cans he was angry or tired or pissed or his medications had worn off (or kicked in) or SOMETHING
because when he got done emptying my cans he would fling them away like it was the Scottish highlands games. I would come home and find my garbage can in the middle of my yard or down the street or in the neighbors yard across the street.
The garbage men in my current location seem to be a lot mellower. Now only do they empty the garbage
they often set the can back nice and neat where they found it. They have probably been doing it for a long time too
because that can came with the house when I moved in. As a result
when I take my garbage out and dump it in a can
I promptly forget about it. I have no idea when the garbage men come and take it away. It's like some magical fairy.
It's bliss.
I had some awful pizza last night. The last time I dropped in on my folks my mother pulled it out of the freezer and gave it to me. Apparently the pizza came from some sort of school fund-raiser. It was a 'pizza' kit and it came with some round-shaped dough
a little packet of sauce and a little packet of frozen sausage chunks. No cheese. I have no idea why they did not include cheese.
So I put the pizza on my old battle-scarred pizza pan. Dribbled the sauce out of the packets
and tossed on the frozen sausage chunks. They made a dull 'thunk' as they hit the pizza
except the stray one that hit the metal pan. That went 'dink'. I then tossed the entire thing in the oven.
Have I had worse pizza? Yes. Would I ever try this again? No. Sorry kids
your fundraiser sucks. You should have stuck with cheese and sausage.
When I was a kid I had to do the whole school fundraiser thing. We sold cheese and sausage. My friend and I would wander all over neighborhoods banging on doors and trying to sell some. I really cannot imagine sending little kids out to do that today. Too many weirdo's out there who's bravery has been fueled by the internet. It was some pretty damn good cheese and sausage
though.
The weekend is here. I am not sure what I have planned. I need to bottle my mead
get some foam to fix my hottub cover and clean it and refill it. See if lowes has any discount concrete so I can get to work with my outdoor shower. I also need to clean my front sun room of all the junk I have sitting in there. I'll keep myself busy.
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