Don't most events in our lives happen by chance? I hope to share with you the chance observations and experiences of my travels. And I offer a chance for you to comment as well. Add to that my fond affection for my late cat, Chance, who was afflicted with feline leukemia and died of cancer, and you will see why "chance" has a special meaning in my life. By chance, the adventure continues and can be shared...
Apparently my recycling isn't worthy of being picked up by Advanced Disposal. Here it's shown after a week by the curb, snapped during Tuesday's rain from my car window… For details, read on….
I was so happy when I found G&C Waste Services the other year. It was a small, local trash company; when you called they picked up the phone quickly and were very helpful.
And they picked up my trash and recycling faithfully.
Then last summer I got the wonderful news that the small firm had been bought out by Advanced Disposal. In part, the letter stated, "The Advanced Disposal team is committed to providing quality service on which you can depend."
Uh-huh. Since that fateful day, there have been many, many times when the new service did not pick up my trash OR recycling. Or they took the recycling and not the trash. Or took the trash and not the recycling.
Last week, they chose to leave the recycling. I called that night and left a message. No pickup the next day. Another phone call. Well, I called too late on Wednesday to have Thursday pickup, so they'd get it Friday. But it was still there Friday, so I called again. Oh, it would definitely still be picked up Friday. They have until 7 p.m. to pick up.
Nope, so I called Saturday morning. Left a message, but no pickup. Naturally it sat by the road Saturday and Sunday. I left another message Sunday night as a reminder.
No pickup on Monday, so I called again and said I wanted a return call. I was promised one.
Guess what -- no return call.
SURPRISE -- no pickup again on Tuesday. Now Tuesday night is when I put my trash and recycling by the road, so this means my recycling was out all week. And that I couldn't put out any "new" recycling.
At least they made no bold "pickup" promises when I called again on Tuesday, but I was promised an "immediate" call back from a supervisor.
As I write this, it is 7:45 p.m. Tuesday, and I doubt anyone will call me tonight.
So I hope everyone who passed by my driveway during the past week enjoyed seeing my overflowing, bright orange recycling container.
Maybe, just maybe, they will empty it on Wednesday.
I've been checking and rechecking my yard, hoping to finally see some flowers brave enough to show their faces. Today, April Fool's Day, I found a few! These crocuses popped out, thanks to at long last having a sunny, fairly warm day. After all the snow and ice this winter … and then the two days of downpours this weekend … it was heavenly to see the sun shining, drink in that blue sky, feel somewhat warm breezes and enjoy the scents of early spring. I pray that this wonderful day was not just an April Fool's Day joke… We have waited long enough. Bring on spring!
This has been one LONG winter! I think most of us will agree on that point. Spring supposedly is almost here. I don't want to get my hopes up too high, because every time we get a taste of warm weather, we are plunged back into snow and the frigid zone.
Trick had a good way to cope with winter, by sleeping through most of it...
Our sweet Beatrice has persevered through this rather cruel season, despite a diagnosis of lymphoma. We pray we'll have her for some time to come...
Puff-Bob took up a new hobby … watching television. Especially the news on Channel 6!
I am so looking forward to warmer weather, some flowers and more daylight. But I have to admit, winter does have a beauty all its own! Still… please grace us with your presence soon, spring!
Before Ed Sullivan ever uttered those words of introduction 50 years ago on Feb. 9, 1964, I was a Beatles fan. Listening to John, Paul, George and Ringo on a tiny transistor radio and gabbing about them with a few fellow Beatlemaniac friends, we could not wait to see them on that wonderful Sunday night. And after that night, my love for the Fab Four never ended, much to my parents' dismay. Ringo and John were my favorites, followed by George and, in last place, Paul.
My room became plastered with posters and photos; my mom made me a Beatles suit with the piping where the collar should be; I bought their 45 and LP records (and later tapes, CDs and iTunes downloads), buttons, jewelry, knickknacks … well, you get the idea. But with all the attention this week leading up to that magical Ed Sullivan Show 50 years ago, I thought I'd share a bit as well. Here are a few of my early -- and well-worn record albums. I have too many to show them all...
One of my favorite posters from the early days…
A few glimpses at an ancient scrapbook…
And here are some of my early magazines… a little bit worn, but still well-loved…
Still love my Beatles pillow and serving tray….
And of course this book by John. I remember how hard I had to work to get it way back when. Local bookstores were not abundant….
A tad bit more-recent treasure...
Ah yes…. those wonderful Beatle flicks!
My Ringo doll! My late Aunt Mary gave this to me, way back then…
And then there is this treasure … my ticket from when I saw The Beatles in 1966. I remember thinking that my dad would NEVER agree to taking me and a few friends to Philly to see them. But to my utter amazement and complete joy, he said yes!
Back then, you had to send your money to the radio station sponsoring the show and hope for the best. If you look at the ticket, you'll see I had to pay $5 to see them at JFK Stadium… big bucks! My parents dropped us off for the show, then went to visit my aunt and uncle in Philly. They said that when they came to pick us up, all they could hear were screams. They said we couldn't possibly have heard anything over those screams… WRONG! It was a night never to be forgotten.
We saw them, we heard them and yes, we screamed!
It seems impossible that all of this started more than 50 years ago. I have many other Beatles items that are near and dear to my heart. I have seen Paul McCartney in concert a few times and even Ringo and his All Starr Band. It was heart-breaking when John was murdered and I also mourned the death of George. I hold in my heart countless memories connected to The Beatles' music, movies and lives. My life was changed and enriched by these "mop tops." I count myself lucky to be a Beatlemaniac. Most days I look in the mirror and wonder who the heck that old lady is looking back at me. But I'm happy to be this old so that "in my life" I could love these lads from the beginning. Thank you so much, John, Paul, George and Ringo.