Wednesday, February 20, 2008

So, Someone Stole My Recycling Bins...

Okay, I know this isn't exactly breaking news...but come on. What the hell?

It was very cold on Monday, and when I went out in the afternoon to bring in the garbage can and recycling bins, they were gone.

All of them.

Two recycling bins.

One garbage can on wheels.

Gone, without a trace.

Now, this would be inconvenient enough. I mean, I'm going to have to replace them, and I drive a Neon, so lugging around outdoor trash cans is a little tricky, anyway, unless I make my kid run alongside the car. And I mentioned that it's been holding at 4 degrees for the past few days, with a wind chill of -13, right?

And who steals garbage cans and recycling bins?

But it couldn't have come at a worse time. If you've been reading this blog from the beginning, you know that I moved into this townhouse almost two years ago, but because I was working full time and commuting 3.5 hours a day round trip and trying to raise a kid and bouncing in and out of the hospital and all that, I just recently started unpacking.

Monday, my daughter had a school holiday and I had the day off work. Yes, off work. It's a bit of a shock to the system, having President's Day off while still in recovery from a job where I had to work on Christmas Eve, but I had the day off. We were Highly Motivated.

My daughter packed things up to take to storage. I sorted through my filing cabinets and boxes of paper and created piles of recycling. We bagged up clothing to take to charity. Then, with piles of recycling in every room, one corner of the living room, the upstairs hall and my daughter's bedroom doorway stacked with things ready to go to storage, and a full lawn and leaf garbage bag at the top of the stairs, I went out to get the garbage cans...and you know the rest.

Undaunted (well, okay, we were daunted, but there was nothing we could do about the whole recycling bin thing), I called my parents to ask if we could borrow their Jeep to take all this stuff to storage and charity. (I mentioned that I drive a Neon, right?)

Before I had a chance to say a word, my mother said, "You're not going to believe this. Your father just went outside and someone threw a beer bottle through the back window of the Jeep."


nameless to protect the innocent said...

fun read...I'm gonna add you to my blogroll. I can't wait to get to know you better

CK Holder said...

That's lousy! I'd give you some of our recycling bins if I could. They're coming out of our ears.

RockStories said...

Just when I thought things couldn't get any crazier, my garbage can returned today. I suspiciously checked all the garbage cans that the neighbors put out last night and it wasn't there, but today, after the garbage truck had come and gone, there it was, empty, cracked, but definitely my garbage can--after being gone for a week.

Still no word from the recycling bins.