Trash run

(1992 March 18)

I realize my memory is not very solid, but at times there is compensation: to wit: I was taking my nap when I heard a noise of vehicle going past. Suddenly realized it was Monday and garbage was not out. Springing from my bed like a startled deer, I dashed into the bathroom, dressed complete with coat and leather work mittens, quickly went to the garage, where I saw the bag and set it at the curb. Then getting a small sack, got the kitchen garbage into it and now await collection!