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.