late for garbage

Often the custom is to haul the cans to the curb the night prior to "garbage day." That would be the easy way. Instead I play a little game, guessing that I will always awake in time to do this chore early in the morning. Some days I'm alerted to the roaring diesel of the truck as it makes it pass down an intersecting street and I can run out, get the cans curbside, and- while I'm out there- feed and give fresh water to the feral cats who wait by the shed for me.

I didn't wake up in time this morning. Was weighed down by a bad dream, the contents of which I can't recall. When I did look out the window I saw cans down the street, upside down and on their sides, and felt dejected for a moment.

The cats by the shed have been fed and the radio plays talk. It's rare that a dream slips by me thru which I'll always sift thru. I have to accept that the unconscious process was likely orderly enough, served it's purpose, and just let this be for now..

On Sunday night, most neighbors will dutifully take their garbage out for the next pick up day which is Monday morning. And I will wake up in time for sure. And accumulated stuff will go and I'll be free of it. For now, I feel a little tense. But soon enough, I will feel better.