The true meaning of Christmas is always much more evident on trash day than on Christmas day.

This morning I put out twice as much trash as I usually do, and I normally only put trash out every other week. It is amazing how much more trash gets generated.

I do have to admit, however, that a part of that trash is related to our house getting broken into and having to replace a door. But that only accounts for about half of one of the bags.

One thing I really do not understand is why people feel it is necessary to use my yard as their garbage dump. I can sort of understand (well, not really, but can at least fathom) why trash winds up in the road when folk throw their crap in the back of a pickup truck. This is Maine; ²/₃ of us do have one. Why they can’t secure their trash is beyond me, but at least it might sometimes be accidental.

I don’t think that is where the trash in my yard comes from, though. The trash in my yard is at least 60-70% fast food containers. Why should I have to dispose of it? If you don’t want to throw it in your own trash, then just bring it in with you to throw out the next time you eat fast food!

My idea of fun is not slodging around in my yard after dark in the rain with a head lamp looking for somebody’s latest paper cup and plastic bag.