Ode To A Garbage Can
After reading this you might think I just flew out of a cuckoo’s nest. I might even tend to agree with you.
Here’s the thing. Prior to this year’s patio dining, the streets were clear, there was parking and there was one of those recycle and litter cans near each street corner. Once patio dining was in full swing for the summer, those litter and recycle cans became inaccessible. It seems the city wasn’t keen on diners abusing those receptacles. Why is this important? Why does it even matter? I will explain.
I live on a street very close to a major intersection in the city. Since I am vision impaired I do not attempt to cross the street on my own. Thus, I am confined to independently walking just to the corner and proceeding around the block to a laneway. At that point I return home. I take a couple of laps every morning for a bit of exercise. There has always been one of those recycle/litter cans near the corner of my street. When I went out with a sighted guide, that person would deposit my offerings to the can for me and I never thought much about it. When the pandemic hit everything changed.
My laps around the corner continued as usual. The big change was that I no longer had friends dropping by or being able to go out with friends. Disposing of refuse also ceased. One day I asked a friend to describe the exact location of the can and how I might find it. After a couple of attempts I was able to locate the can independently. The importance of this was that I am quite limited in things I can do totally on my own. Visiting the recycle can on my walk added an additional sense of accomplishment.
Then patio dining was activated and the recycle/litter can was covered up and made unusable. I called the city to find out how long the situation would continue. They said until October 31 when patio dining would end. That call transpired in early August. It felt like it might be forever until the end of October.
It's not like the city doesn’t collect garbage every week. Yet, stopping to visit the can a couple times a week had become this fun, cool thing I could do along my walk.
The point of all this is finding pleasure, happiness, joy in the simplest things contributes to our well being. We also need to remember not to take ourselves too seriously. Now, here’s my little tribute :
Ode To A Garbage Can
Hail to thee, Blithe Spirit Oops, sorry. That’s Shelley’s Ode To A Skylark. Heck, I’m just not the ode writing type. Let’s go with this:
Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
When it comes to recycle/litter cans,
I’m glad there is you.
Comments are welcomed.