Starting last Thursday, the entire Philangelus family got sick, all in a row from youngest to oldest. I’ll spare you the details because every family is sick the same way.
On Monday, with my Patient Husband the last to succumb and therefore the last to recover, I was nominally in charge of a house full of four kids and one Patient Husband having a sick day. In the morning, he managed to convey to me that despite the holiday, today was Trash Day. And to his great sorrow, I would have to drag the trash bin to the curb.
I said, “Not a big deal. They don’t come until one or two anyhow.”
He said, “But you’ll have to take the recycling bottles out too.”
Oh, the hardship. Normally he does this when he leaves for work in the morning. I assured him I’d figure it out.
At around eleven, while kid-wrangling, I had a thought: I should take out the trash now.
Knowing I still had a couple of hours, I got my coat and boots on anyway and wheeled the trash out to the curb, then carried out the bottles. That done, I inspected some of our snow-damaged trees. I haven’t blogged about the snowstorm yet, but afterward all our junipers were folded like umbrellas by the heavy snow. We had a cable down in front of our house. The tree alongside the driveway lost its crown, which took out three other limbs when it toppled. It’s now leaning upside-down (like a twenty-foot toilet scrubber) on the snowbank kicked up by the plow.
No property damage, but I suspect the Lorax would have much to say.
After enjoying the relative silence and mourning my poor decapitated tree, I headed back upstairs and returned to my computer just in time to see the trash guys pull up to the curb.
I thought guardian-angelward, “Thank you.”
There’s no better explanation for the timing. I couldn’t have heard the far-off rumbling of their engine. I thought I had another hour at least before they came.
This kind of thing has happened more frequently of late: the sudden urge, “Go to the bus stop now,” minutes before the school bus comes early. Or, “Start the hamburgers now,” and the burgers are done the minute my Patient Husband comes in the door.