Curb Day

We're having a community-wide clean-up this month. Of course, I can't recall the exact dates but this morning struck me as a great day to heave up the rest of the greenhouse detritus. Losing the greenhouse wasn't much of a loss because the old building stood upright barely. Losing the storage space isn't easy.

We are starting a hot trend of displaying lawnmowers, weed-eaters, rakes and shovels as PORCH DECORATIONS.

At least we don't have several cars up on blocks, an old sofa on the front porch and a broken refrigerator in the front yard. Before the storm, people littered their yards with junk out of je ne sais quois and lack of storage. After the storm, stuff just blew where it blew. So there.

Our Mayor's wife declares that IT IS TIME to clean up the debris. She's correct. I'm with her on this. You wouldn't believe how much construction material trash, giant trees and other mess remains here. The gov. paid for clean-up several times but if the insurance people aren't forthcoming with claim payments and people are old/tired/poor/depressed, then how can all the debris be out by now? No way.

I put my stuff out by the street hoping those who want it will grab it. I've had two folks load up already.

Years before the storm, I picked up a gorgeous rug for my study off of a trash pile. I stopped my car to investigate the rug when I saw it thinking it must be pet defiled or burned. Nope, spotless and perfect for my study floor.

So, I'm passing along my junk. What's left will be piled for the community clean-up.

The orange warning cloth on the right is scant protection for a giant hole left by falling trees and a crushed drain. Come on, City, fix it.

Recycle, kids, recycle.

Happy,

St. Casserole