I am not one to watch the weather forecast.  We used to have access to a Buffalo station and their weatherman had Eyewitness weather.  I have I witness weather.  I see it and hope that it stays the same when I go out.  Sure this sometimes means that I am not dressed correctly, or I wake up for a ride and find that I am either going to give up the idea or dress better.

Weather also plays a factor in my yard work.  This past winter, the leaves hadn’t all fallen by the time the snow came.  As a result, some of those leaves didn’t get raked up until we had a thaw earlier.  I am pretty sure I blogged about doing the raking earlier this year.  What this ultimately meant was that I had a garage full of leaves and no scheduled pickup for quite some time.

This week, I looked at the calendar and noticed that the yard waste was due to be picked up on Tuesday.  I thought this was fantastic and felt that my patience paid off.  I had four or five bags of yard waste and I wanted that garage real estate back.

On Monday, as I was teaching, I looked out the window and saw that my neighbour had put her leaves out early.  No problem.  I am certainly not one of those complainers who call the town bylaw officer and get upset because someone has their garbage out a couple of hours early–and I know it happens.  The funny thing was that I saw the yard waste truck pull up and pick up her stuff.

I was confused and I checked the schedule again.  I was happy that her stuff was gone, but I wondered what this meant for my leaves.  Was I going to have to wait two more weeks?

On Monday night, I saw another neighbour had put their leaves out with the regular recycling and organic waste pickup.  So I did the same.  I figured that if they didn’t pick it up, I could haul it all back in.  I was hoping not to, but I really did think I had somehow missed the schedule.  I don’t really read the local paper–I skim it at best; looking for future hockey stars, some of the beautifully dressed at charity functions and looking for cheap eating coupons.

Just before I sat down to type this, and when I wasn’t sure what I was going to type, the truck came by and took all my leaves.  I don’t quite understand why they picked up my neighbour’s leaves early, but I an not worried about it.  My leaves are gone.  It might be an only slightly significant Perfect Moment, but I will take it.