About Trash & Beauty

Trash men control the ebb and flow of my life.

Used to be that all garbage was collected Monday; now, the regular garbage men still come on Monday, but the guys who pick up yard trash and recycle stuff do not show up till 6 a.m. Friday.

Therefore, unless you want yard trash piled in front of the house for a week, you have to get it out to the curb by Thursday evening.

All that by way of saying that instead of waiting for the weekend to do yard work, Thursday I cleared the fence line so that the debris could go to the curb for pick up today.

Not that I wanted to spend a weekday this way, but garbage men rule; they dictate the patterns of my life.

And here Bush thinks he runs the country. Ha!

During our prayer time this evening, in the Living Bible translation, Ginny & I ran across a beautiful verse I’d never noticed before:

Ask where the good road is,
The godly paths you used to walk in,
In the days of long ago.
Travel there,
And you will find rest for your souls.