Love of taking out the trash...

It is strange to say that I love to take out the trash and love to recycle. It is strange for me to say that because growing up it was the chore that I DESPISED doing.

But in the recent weeks, as I am usually the one up early enough to have time to take out the trash, I have grown rather fond of this chore. When I go out of our house about 7a.m. -- or perhaps a bit before -- I get to talk to the women of the neighborhood. They are busy -- getting their children ready for school and themselves ready for their school and/or work. But they more often then not take time to stop by and say hey. Our chats are particularly not profound, but they are very neighborly. I feel so blessed to be let into these small snippits of their daily lives and these wonderful women taking the extra time to find out little snippits about mine. I like taking out the trash -- one more wonderful surprise about living in Trenton. [Now, my opinion may change as we leave our balmy October behind for the warmer months.]

Peace, Alice