I have a fascination with garbage trucks. For 16 years we lived in rural Pine County. I never quite figured out what to do with garbage. We composted as much as we could. We burned paper refuse. Collected recyclables for the occasional trip to the recycling shed. The rest we also collected, but without a good plan. It usually ended with an overdue trip to the landfill.
When we moved to Northfield and later Saint Paul, I was overjoyed with the public elegance of curbside garbage pickup. Friday mornings I wait at the window and watch with simple joy as first the garbage truck and then curbside recycling comes, extends their mechanical arms and lifts our refuse into the back and off they go to repeat their services at the next house.
We took on a remodeling project tearing down to the studs the attic alcove off our upstairs bedroom. I ordered a 6 yard dumpster and spent this cold crisp afternoon loading it in eager anticipation of my garbage man coming to take it away. My greatest regret is that I will probably be at work when he comes to pick it up. Such simple joys.