Cowering in the Kitchen
October 19, 2017
The men who collect our trash each week are heroes. Unlike the mailman who sometimes just doesn’t show up when it’s raining, they’re here once a week, no matter what
Lately, I’ve been a difficult client. I’ve put out at least one extra barrel containing lots of the things that have been hidden under the eaves in the attic or in a corner of the basement for years. Some I tried (unsuccessfully) to find another home for and just didn’t want to move.
I was particularly embarrassed this week. In addition to the barrels, I put out large framed posters that I couldn’t give away, an old lampshade, a couple of pathetic brooms, and more.
When I heard the familiar sound of their truck approaching, I held my breath, awaiting the arrival of the trash police. But troopers that they are, the trash collectors carted away all those memories.
I use to watch Seth’s vídeos.
Some day I saw your husband and you with Seth, and since that day I’m reading your posts.
I really like it, and I told my parents (74/72 years) about your blog.
So you’ve fans in Brazil.
Posted by: Flávio Lo Giudice | October 20, 2017 at 12:41 PM