This I know despite not putting out the trash.  And how do I know this?  Well, I got a nice little notice in the mail informing me that my (a) garbage can is too big, (b) the contents weighed too much, (c) I was in violation of bylaw number something or other and (d) I could get a new smaller can from the city for free if I stuck a sticker on the can when I put it out next garbage day.

Here again I remind you that I, organized woman that I am, completely forgot that it was garbage day today and didn’t put the trash out last night.  The cans are in exactly the same location and state as they were when I dropped Drew off at the airport on Monday.  What can I say?  When you’re eating sandwiches and all the leftovers in your fridge you don’t accumulate much in the way of garbage.

Guess I need to trott over to the neighbours house to let him know he needs to lighten his load – or expand to using two small cans instead of one gianormous one.  He often puts his cans beside ours because the garbage collectors often don’t see his cans when he places them on his side of the fence.  They tend to come a-collecting an hour or so before he and his crew leave for work and his cans are hidden behind his work truck.  It was bound to happen.  His can dwarfs ours.

Something will need to be done or I’ll likely get yet another reminder in the mail.  After XX number of reminders, the news claims the collectors won’t take the garbage away anymore.  Not good.  Granted, when I called the city hot-line, they didn’t know what the magical XX of warnings was before your house is put on the naughty list.  Never a good sign when the bureaucrats don’t know what they’re doing.

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