2020 is Trash: Observations from suburbia 8/12/2020
There is a sunny side of the street but I prefer the shady side.
I was silently admonished for not doing enough by a Lowe's lawn and leaf bag. The slogan on the bag, "What did YOU do this weekend?" My first reaction was guilt. Instead of toiling away at lawn work, I was eating blackberry ice cream (which dripped on my Winnie the Pooh dress, which is ok because Eeyore is already purple) and wandering aimlessly through a sunflower field where most of the heads had already been lopped off. Then my second reaction to the bag: F*** you. I'm 55. How much longer do I have anyway?
One street I walked down today had a medium sized mutt tied in the yard while his handler read a book. The pup yipped at me. Obviously it had no idea that my love for dogs far surpasses my love for people. The owner commanded "leave it" repeatedly, as if I were on the same level as a chicken bone that fell out of the trash or a dead squirrel.
Someone tried to throw 2020 away today. I have a feeling that the trash collectors will put it in the recycling bin instead and it will go on forever, perhaps taking different forms.
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