Sanna's Bag

“I never seem to have what I need when I need it. I’m going to make a belt-bag that’s bigger on the inside than on the outside, and just carry everything with me.”

Friday, November 27, 2009

Thankfulness six

I am thankful, oh so thankful, for the studmuffins that come to take away my garbage. I remember, when I was a kid, once a week we would load the garbage cans in the back of the pickup, and drive out to the dump. Dad would bring his twenty two rifle, and when the boys got big enough, they would too. Why? To shoot the rats, of course. The dump was always over-run with rats. All that free food, ya know. It smelled to high heaven, especially in the summer. But your nose gets used to just about anything, and after the fearless rat hunters had their shooting spree, then I would get out and we would all wander around looking for stuff. Ruined furniture, old clothes, dead refrigerators, broken toys, chipped china and all the random detritus of life. I wish I had the box of comic books we found. Dad wouldn't let us take them because, "they might be dirty." I just now realized that he might have meant pornographic, rather than soiled.

Anyhow, I am thankful that We no longer have to make that weekly trip to the dump. In a town of 1500, the dump was controlable. In a city of three million, no way! And the rat hunters would be way too scarey.

Speaking of hunting, I girded my loins and went into the black Friday madness to run some errands. Returning books to the library, stopping at the used paperback store for travel reading, swinging by the office supply store to get ink cartridges re-loaded. No way do I have the cohones to breast the waves of humanity at the malls!

But I am warm and stylish in my new sweater. Blue-faced leister, Barkton farm dyed, raglan-sleeve knit from the top down. DH calls it urban camoflage and likes it a lot. So do I. It's soft and warm and purdy.


  • At 3:48 PM , Anonymous Lisa Nowak said...

    I wouldn't brave the mall either. Though I did go to Fred Meyer this afternoon, once the 6-hour sale was over. Surprisingly the parking lot wasn't completely full. And it was quite civilized inside, just like any normal day.

    We missed you at Chrysalis. Hope you'll be back next week.

    Okay, back to putting up my Christmas decorations. Why is the yellow on my multifunction strand of lights out? And why did it have to wait until I was halfway done wrapping it around the tree to develop this glitch? Well, maybe I can talk my sweetie into buying me a new set when he goes to Lowes.

  • At 5:27 PM , Blogger Willow said...

    It's funny that you should be thankful for trashmen on the self same day that I was thinking about how much trash the city of San Diego must generate every week and wondering what it would be like if everyone had to deal with their own trash. Would the city become overrun with garbage (and rats) or would people step up and get serious about recycling and composting? Yeah, I need to get a life...

  • At 6:44 AM , Blogger Heide said...

    One time, many years ago I went to a Walmart store to buy some Duplos for my oldest daughter on a Black Friday. The crowds were rabid, rude and bordering on dangerous. As I jostled my way towards the toy department I was pushed twice by a rather large man behind me. The only thing keeping me from falling were the bodies in front of me. The third time he shoved me I turned around, and in a very unlady-like and un-charitable way said, "Merry f*^%ing Christmas!" then joined the wave of shoppers leaving the area. No amount of discounted crap is worth losing humanity. Never again.

    Your sweater is positively gorgeous. And your DH is correct, it does look like Urban Camoflage. My own DH was just issued a pile of new BDUs that are alarmingly sand colored, with very similar patterns.

  • At 6:49 AM , Blogger Heide said...

    Our dump had two side to it. On the downhill side people tossed their daily garbage. Across a small parking lot, on the uphill side people tossed their broken furniture, etc. Sometimes dumpees would loving place an old arm chair or appliance a little away from the heap. My guess is that they believed their discarded item to be better than the others, or that it had been well-loved and he/she hoped someone would adopt it. I don't remember rats, but we had flocks of seagulls.

  • At 9:56 PM , Blogger Amy Lane said...

    I remember trips to the dump! We used to call it the 'K Street Mall'! My folks still live in a place w/out garbage service--but without the extra kids, they just seal the cans and make the trips every so often! Purty sweater, Roxie! Must needs make one for my kids!


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