On my walk this morning, I wondered what I might find to blog about and although I noted a pile of trash, I didn't take its picture right away thinking, there has to be something better than this! Then when I got to the Centrepointe Theatre, I noticed two highway coaches idling by the theatre entrance, together with a catering truck in front of them.
On my second pass some hours later, I noticed an 18 wheeler in the loading dock too. When I got home and finally read the paper, I saw that there was a show about whirling dervishes happening tomorrow. That probably explains the plain exterior of the buses. Usually, musicians' shows are travelling billboards.
Since all I had at that point for the blog was a photo of a mysterious bus, I decided I would take a picture of the garbage. That's my shadow. I wonder how long this will take to disappear?
The leaves are still falling and so the yard people are here again today, with a truck full and more to go.
And that's when Peter let me know that all the news boxes at his bus stop had been run over before he got there this morning! So I ran over to take a picture and they were standing upright but the poor orange one on the end was pretty mangled. The pole for the stop is bent too. Someone said a car had jumped the curb and scattered all the boxes but that they had been put back soon after the accident. I guess no one was standing at that stop when it happened and thank goodness.
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It was a ho hum day, but at least the big pile of leaves beside my house got picked up. I started filling up bags on Saturday until I figured that the 25 bags I had weren't going to do the job AND then I'd have to protect the bags from the rains that would inevitably fall before pickup on Friday... so I was happy to see the landscapers!
... and what's a whirling dervish anyways. Never mind, I'll go look it up!
I always leave the leaves to the yard guys because c'n'est pas MA job!
Hope you looked up the dervishes. Looks like a good Scrabble word.
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