I never thought I would say that I missed the trash trucks. The taking of the cans to the street and the noise of the trash trucks in the morning always seemed like a nuisance to me. That nuisance now seems like a dream I wish I had again.
Instead, we get the pleasure of loading up our cars with trash!
Saturday is usually our “going to the dump” day. This weeks trip was especially stinky. I almost didn’t think I would be able to keep my insides in while we drove to the dump, all windows down, so glad it wasn’t raining. What the heck are we gonna do when it is snowing?
This was possibly one of the biggest culture shocks for me. Taking my trash to the dump. Let me tell you, it definitely changes the way you think about trash. My biggest thought currently is what to do with the lobster soup in the fridge that I decided I just didn’t quite like. I think it may have to stay in the fridge until the very last minute. Then we dump it into some strong trash bags and double bag it before we take it. Always a fear with liquid. I couldn’t imagine how horrible that would be if lobster soup spilled in the car!