In 2003, Ma had a stroke. Dad was her full time caregiver until he he had a car accident that totaled the car. So in 2006, I became their chauffeur among other jobs.
At the time, to deal with the stress of running two households and working, I kept a blog entitled CJ's Whine and Cheeze. Egged on by some friends who enjoyed the first read through, you'll see your part when it comes by.
Monday, October 08, 2007
Let The Sun Shine
This little tidbit is about my weeble neighbor, Prissy, and the arrangement we have with regards to trash pick up. Rather than spend the amount of money the town wanted us to pay for a permit plus special bags to haul our own trash, we decided to contract with a waste management company. Since Prissy has such a teensy bag of trash, I told her she might as well put hers with ours. Every Sunday night or Monday morning, I would go over have a fast cup of tea and collect her trash. When she has some do ri me, she kindly kicks some our way towards the bill. Two weeks ago, our trash pick up day was changed from Monday afternoon to early Thursday morning. We had Prissy put her trash on her front stoop Wednesday night and when Himself got home from karate and T'ai Chi classes, he would go over to pick up the garbage.
Prissy called me to go over for tea this afternoon. It was a dreary, rainy day and I figured she wanted a little bit of company. We chatted as she set the tea things out. Bits of this and that. After an hour, I got up to leave.
"Oh, wait before you go." She brought out a plate of muffins. "I baked these for Himself. He's been so kind coming to get my trash." She held the offering and beamed.
Hello! Who picked up your trash for over a year on Sunday nights or Monday mornings? Through rain or snow and dark of night, weaving and dodging the peeping eyes of the Leaf Lady, I was ever faithful and stayed my rounds. Prissy never baked muffins for me! What is it with mothers and sons, even if they are adopted? Weebles, you can't win for losing. Well, Himself and I had a good laugh and enjoyed the muffins. When Himself bent to retrieve a muffin liner that fell on the floor, the sun came out.
LOL.
ReplyDeletea) to good neighbors (you)
b) to good neighbors (her)
c) That´s life ;-)
Well said.
Delete....but.....she made TEA for YOU every week.....right? 🤷
ReplyDeleteIt's not the same as getting a dozen fresh muffins
DeleteROFL. That's great. Mega apologies for being so late to comment. I seem to be running behind in all things these days.
ReplyDeleteWelcome to my world
DeleteWomen/ daughters always get overlooked, don't they? But let's hope we didn't ever do that with our daughters. Hope it was a good day. It ended up quite windy at my house with some clouds.
ReplyDeleteWe had wind-driven downpour this afternoon. Otherwise a good day
DeleteI'm still laughing. I'm lucky, too. I have very little trash and no I don't hoard paper, plastic, or cat poop. My sweet next door neighbor adds mine to theirs. When I lived in MO, you HAD to use their trash service because it came with your water bill. If you didn't have water, you didn't have trash. But the city made sure every home AND apartment used their service. It was such a waste and expensive, too.
ReplyDeleteThat's too bad that they forced everyone to use the town trash service.
DeleteYou got the cup of tea but he got the cake! You make me laugh with your stories.
ReplyDeleteThanks.
Happy Friday,
Lisca
I laugh, too.
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