Oh by the way, folks,
Today we celebrate the birthday of Freddy Fender, born in 1937. He was some sorta musician I don't know anything about.
Yesterday it sorta rained on and off most of the day. Nothing much else happened except for a trip to the dump.
When I got to the dump they were changing compactor boxes, so I joined the line of vehicles waiting to get in. It's sorta fun to watch.
The truck comes in carrying the new empty box and the dumpmaster closes the gate. The truck sets the box down and backs up to the full box, unfastens it from the compactor, picks it up and sets it aside. Then it re-picks the empty box back up and backs it up to the compactor and puts it down and fastens it to the compactor. Then it re-picks the full box back up and drives off, then the dumpmaster re-opens the gate and we can all go in.
The whole process takes about fifteen minutes but it feels like hundreds of years when you're just sitting there waiting. Maybe I oughta bring along a crossweird puzzle or a comic book or something.
But anyhow it's certainly a cleaner process then how they used to do it 30 or 40 years ago, when they just let you throw everything onto a stinky smoldering pile of halfway-burning rubbish.
And today looks like it's gonna be a great day.
Signs of life