Gabbage Day

I realize yesterday was Earth Day and, as a lover of our Mother Earth, I should probably post something riveting about this special day for recognizing the things we can all do to take respectful care of the environment...but I’m green every day and Garbage Day only comes once a week.

Garbage Day, henceforth known as Gabbage Day because I’m kooky like that, was particularly important to me this week.

I don’t produce nearly enough waste to justify paying for a bin so any trash I do have ends up stored in the basement in city gabbage bags to be put out every other week. This isn’t usually a big deal unless, of course, I happen to clean out the refrigerator one weekend and then, because I’ve been insanely busy and a little hazy on mundane details like what day it is, I miss Gabbage Day.

As this is exactly what happened last week, I had to deal with an unwanted bag full of items already past their prime and just getting stinkier. In an effort to make its storage less offensive until the next gabbage pickup, I triple-bagged the waste and moved it out to the garage.

Of course, having contaminated the garage, my car had to stay in the driveway where she got sapped on and crapped on (by the maple tree and the birds, respectively — poor Hedwig).

This unfortunate chain of events was finally rectified this morning when I was able to put the refrigerator trash and its stench out on the curb with the season’s first batch of yard and other waste items.

There’s just something very nice about all of that stuff being taken away and my no longer having to deal with it. Very cleansing for the space and the soul, really. I know, I know, all that gabbage is going to a landfill somewhere and I do have an appropriate amount of guilt about that. I do. But there’s a part of me that’s just happy to have it gone.