I Hate Garbage Day.

August 31, 2006 – 10:49 am |

It’s garbage day. Like most American families we produce more than our share of garbage – diapers, juice boxes and the like. On garbage day the trash disappears from my life (which I like) to become just another contribution to the world’s environmental concerns (which bothers me a little). Like most of my lofty aspirations, I figure – “hey, someday, when I have a little more time, maybe then I will do my part to decrease our contribution to the wastefulness.”

But I don’t have time. Especially on garbage day. My children get up 45 minutes to one hour earlier on garbage day. Garbage trucks and garbage truck drivers are loud. Their loudness is amplified in comparison to the relative quietness of the homes on my street at the ungodly hour at which they take my garbage.

This hour to 45 minutes is my time. You know – to do things like drink my coffee and read magazines. Or post on this blog. Or catch up on my pop culture news. When I don’t get this time our whole entire life-balance is off. This happens every Thursday.

Maybe if the garbage truck would come one hour later I could spend that time saving the environment. Probably, though, I would just drink another cup of coffee. At least today I didn’t go to Starbucks and get it in a paper cup.