What I like about today

Trash Day
This morning I shall drag *stuff* to the curb and someone will magically make it disappear. Although the amount of trash I haul out to the curb has greatly diminished in the last couple of years (as I recycle and compost more), it is still one of my favorite days of the week. Quite often I can skip a week, but there is still something about having someone take my stuff away that just pleases me to the bone. It’s a small thing.

Early Start
I woke up before the sunrise. I’m still waiting for the sun to rise, as a matter of fact. I’ve already been out to buy my newspaper and a pound of ground coffee. The lad still sleeps and it’s as quiet as can be in the house. Abbie and Terry are still asleep, too.

I saw
At the new condos over by Dunkin Donuts, there was a man out walking his dog. He was a large man, at least 6’5” tall. At the end of his leash was a teeny tiny black and white mutt dog. Not much larger than one of the man’s feet. I might have expected such a large man to be slightly less than delicate, but his love for his dog showed in his careful and gentle movements.