Take Out The Trash
As a child, my best days were spent swimming in the pool my father managed at Double Lakes. The pool was huge. It was filled from a creek which entered at one end of the pool area and was dammed up at the other end. Wooden gates slotted into the concrete dam which extended across the end of the pool. Debris was filtered out of the pool until it rained and the creek would rise over the wire filters and spill into the pool. My siblings and I would get into inner tubes and help propel the tree limbs and leaves to the open gateways. Thus, we helped take out the trash. That was fun, but taking out household and kitchen trash is not so much fun. As a child, my brothers shouldered the responsibility of taking the trash to a pile for burning. As an adult, we have disposals and trash bins. I confess it seems easier, but I really do not enjoy carrying trash to the bin, dragging the bin to the curb, and then dragging it back after it has been emptied. However, I appreciate the gentlemen who make the trash from the bins disappear.
On my cell phone, I often receive a notice to empty trash which is usually something I have not used in a while. And, if I collect too much unused household stuff, it becomes a sort of trash for me; but, if recycled and someone else can use it, it is no longer trash. Sometimes our perspectives determine what trash is or is not. Perhaps trash can be applied to thoughts or habits by one person, but not so for another. What do you think?