This and That

Musings on Being a Writer and My Life

It’s Trash Night Again?

  • December 6, 2012 7:12 am

“Take out the papers and the trash!”

If you are of a certain age, you’ll remember these words from a popular song in the 50’s.

This has become my new anthem.  Our trash  goes out every week on Monday night, and I consistently forget to do this annoying, but necessary task.

This is what happens: I clean up the kitchen, maybe do some laundry, walk the dog, read a little, play a few word games on the I Pad, check emails,  and then work on my writing.

Finally, when the clock reads way too late, I realize that I better go to bed or I won’t be able to function in the morning. So, I close up the house and tell Sparkle ( my dog) that it’s time to go “night –night” ( yes, I talk baby talk to her).

And then, like a thunderbolt in a cartoon, I remember that ( oh God!) I forgot to take out the trash. The next twenty minutes are spent scurrying around the house collecting trash, making sure the refrigerator is cleaned out, wrestling the trash  can and  the recycling box out to the curb. All the while I am doing this, I sing the refrain from that 50’s hit song  to myself.

Then the next morning, I drag the huge trash can ( which is almost as tall as I am)  and the recycling box back into the garage.

Every week I resolve to do this onerous task earlier in the evening. When my husband was still alive, he would sometimes not take the recycling out or not empty the waste basket in the den which contains only paper. I would accuse him of being selective in removing the trash. When I was a kid, I thought that taking the trash out was gender identified—it was a boy’s job, not a girl’s job. If I was called upon to it, I would resent having to do something that  my childish mind-set dictated  that girls’ shouldn’t have to do.

So, now I’m on my own. Obviously I don’t want to live in a house with trash—no matter how late it is when I remember it. So, I do it—like everyone else.

Maybe I’ll remember this task at an earlier time some week.  Maybe it will become  a routine. And  then I can adopt a new anthem.


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  1. Congrats on getting the trash out in time! And an even bigger congrats for your book being available on Amazon!! That’s worth 2 exclamation points.

  2. Donna says:

    I know what you mean. There have been several Mondays that I would remember to take the after I was ready for bed. So I go out in my pajamas wondering how many people are watching me.

  3. JJ says:

    You DO know those huge trash bin will hold WEEKS’ worth of trash, don’t you? So if you get to the chore a day late, it will wait until next week or even the week after that. There are no trash police judging you for how full your trash container is. Just as it’s a boy’s job to do that chore, it’s a girl’s job to let it slide once in a while.

  4. Kathy,
    Perhaps you need to write a new song
    or adapt this to your own melody

    Dash with the Trash
    Monday, Monday. Monday
    Perhaps I’ll Remember it One Day!

    Haste with the Waste
    Monday, Monday Monday!
    Perhaps I’ll Remember it One Day!

    Hykle- out The Recycle on
    Monday, Monday, Monday.
    I am remembering Today!

    I wrote this out – in fun-
    Just for You!
    Bobbi Mastrangelo
    PS When I first read your topic, I thought:
    “What a Trashy Subject!”
    But then I reminded myself
    that it is right down my alley: I am…….
    The Manhole Artist of Fashionable Sewers!

  5. Hey,
    How about we wear casuals labeled:
    “Takin’ Out the Trash! Nite”
    “Grate Wishes!”

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