random thoughts – Day 1,952 – (Monday) – trash and timing

For years, the biweekly Monday recycle pickup would be done by 8:00 am, and trash would be picked up much later in the afternoon. It worked out great, because I would often gather my Monday morning coffee grounds and other incidentals from tidying up and run them out to the barrels during the day. Some weeks I never even rolled out the bins due to trash holding barely a half bag of trash and next to nothing in the recycling. Today was my last recycling pickup and the next to last trash pickup before closing, deep in the crunch time of generating more trash than usual, and today, both pickups were done before 9:00 am. WHY?!?!?!? Half of my day was built on discarding more things before the usual trash pickup time. Even the mail was several hours early, but that was a neutral event.

Many moons ago, when I bought The BungaLowell, my closing took place before a long holiday weekend, and at the alleged “final walkthrough” the house wasn’t fully emptied yet, but the barrels were empty. There was a sticky note on the door that the occupant would be back to finish up, which was not my understanding of how the final walkthrough was supposed to work. The following day, when I returned to the house after the closing, ready to get to work changing the locks, cleaning, and ripping out wall to wall carpeting, the barrels were so full I couldn’t have fit a single straw in either one and trash day was four or five days out. So rude. And no, I’m not doing that to my buyers, which has resulted me fixating on frigging trash pickups for weeks and like never before.

There was still more organizing and packing and schlepping, mostly in the kitchen and bathroom. Pictures were requested of the completed FHA mandated work to possibly avoid the appraiser needing to come back out to check it in person.

Midday egg salad sustenance.

Thanks to buying hard cooked eggs yesterday and a strategic desire to use up the rest of the jar of mayonnaise, an egg salad sandwich was made for lunch today. So quick and yummy. The two-pack of hard cooked eggs is one of my favorite $1.29 Market Basket items. 

There were errands to the bank to deposit the rolled coins and then Family Dollar to buy the 1,000^th roll of packing tape and some very handy smaller plastic totes that are working for things like batteries/hardware, first aid, and the extensive dance accessory hair flower collection which oddly doesn’t include the color I need for the show on Saturday morning. Of course, because it’s been a few weeks and the Universe must think I need one more thing on my overloaded plate, the low tire pressure light came on again in the car. I just need to get through the next couple weeks and things should calm down. I hope. It’s been totally mental since June 30^th and I’m not sure how long it will be before I totally snap.