I wondered if they would come. Being President's Day and all, would the trucks show up on their regular day? But John helped haul two bins plus recycling to the edge of our property and in the early hours I heard their reverse warning beeper as they backed up our one block lane. 

Incredible, really. All that is required is to gather up the empty cartons, and slimy containers and put them in the right place on the correct day. People whose names I do not know arrive in good weather and horrid to rid me of what I no longer need. Thank you. 

In truth I do make a constant effort to compost orange peels, give food scraps to the hens, and steer clean paper into the recycling. That keeps the total volume of garbage down. But it sure is nice to have a steady system for outflow. Sort of like exhaling stale air. 

Relationships inevitably produce garbage too. Just yesterday I whined to a friend who knows what to do with it: not take my words too seriously, not make me wrong for feeling grouchy, not hang on to the tirade for sentimental reasons. Even this short time later, the trash between my ears is gone. 

God is pretty willing to handle our muck. In fact, His hours are more impressive than the twice a week service offered by my borough. He will rescue me from the clutter of my own negativity every moment I am willing to fling it in His direction. 

Thank you.