The fun thing about Mondays is trashand recycle pick up on Grandma's street. Today, i was able to have two separate appointments with Gma, one at ten, and one at two. She lives on a narrow street, it's all curvy and hilly, so it's pretty fun to drive. It's more fun on Mondays when everyone has two to three stainless steel dustbins at the end of their driveways, or, more likely, in the street. (I use the term "stainless steel dustbins" loosely here. Everyone knows this is California, so there aren't three stainless steeldustbins, but one really small can and two huge recycle and green wastebins, it's just that i don't have a good term for all of them.)
Well, today, not only were the stainless steeldustbinsout in force, but there were a few dog walkers as well. This adds another exciting element to my daily Grandma duties.
So i'm taking Gma home this afternoon, and we pull onto her street, and she says:
There he is, walking his dog again.
You know, sometimes she gets aways from him.
I don't even know if it's a she. More than likely it's a he.
