We are county folks now. I know you are all visualizing lush yards with acreage and chickens wandering around the homestead, maybe even a little stream running through the property...sorry, not so much.
Even though we are not in the city limits we still have neighbors on all sides, approximately two feet away. In our neck of the woods being county folks means the city doesn't bundle your utilities up in a nice little package and send you a bill each month. It means that you have to go find the gas company, the electric company, the water company, and the garbage company all on your own. Don't forget to pay deposits to EVERY one of them for new service.
There are not a lot of choices until you get to the garbage company. There are three companies desperate to remove your trash, and each of them come with their own garbage plan and rate.
We opted for the once a week garbage removal with the once a week recycling removal. This all sounds good in theory, until you realize that three companies offer pick-up and the once a week people are on one day, the twice a week people are on two different days, and the recycling is on a totally different day...FOR EVERY COMPANY.
What does this mean to me, except of course that I can't use my neighbors cans at the curb as a reminder of garbage day because they are on different schedules?
It means that there is a garbage truck going through my neighborhood at 6am EVERY MORNING. Causing me to leap out of bed and wonder if the can is at the curb. It is a heart stopper people. Some of you may think I am overreacting a bit, but you are the folks that have forgotten we moved to he**. Do you know what garbage smells like in he** after a week? Try two, not pretty.
So every week begins with multiple sticky notes all over the house, a reminder on my phone, and the promise of a dollar to every kid who reminds mommy and daddy to put the garbage out the night before garbage day.
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