Footloose
Yesterday was trash day. Dutifully I put out my trash can for early morning pick-up. It's one of those ubiquitous blue Rubbermaid Roughneck barrels. It's the same barrel I've put out every Wednesday since I moved into this house.
When I got home from work I noticed right away that the barrel wasn't out front. This surprised me. Because even though I have a standing order for the kids to bring in the trash can when they get home from school, it's largely ignored.
But my trash can wasn't in the garage either.
Today I hunted all over the neighborhood looking for my wayward trash can. Despite searching high and low, I couldn't find it. I couldn't find it anywhere. It's like it had vanished.
During the day Wednesday, a cold front passed through the area. Along with the front came a strong wind gradient. Sustained winds were clocked at 30-40 MPH with gusts up near 60 MPH. I guess my trash can decided it had had enough and it was time to take off. "Out of here like a cool breeze," as the saying goes.
If any of you see an unfamiliar blue trash can rolling down the street, could you give me a call? It's part of a matched set.
K-
I guess I am just curious: is this a photo of your actual trash can? And if so, do you photograph your garden tools as well? :-}
Fred,
I suspect most bloggers have ideas for photos that some might find strange. I know I surely do.
It is and I do. For insurance purposes. ;-)
K-
This is some kind of code, right? Perhaps a secret message you're sending to someone that no one will understand except you and the person to whom it is directed?
Marie, when my people take over this planet, your name will be on the protected roles. You will come to no harm.
K-
I feel much better now, Kem.