When breathing isn’t enough! – Wordy Wednesday

Let the Sun shine through

Let the Sun shine through

Yesterday was not a good day! –Β After an hour at the dentist, where I got my front tooth fixed, and nearly had a heart attack when I got the bill, I drove straight into a traffic jam, at 1.30 pm! Road works on the freeway! (Now, these were the roadworks I was expecting on the way to the dentist, as I’d run into them the last two times I’d been that way. But nope, the lanes were free and I arrived 20 minutes early for my appointment! So I sat in my car and did crossword puzzles.)

Still, not too bad? Yeah, I was recovering; having hugged my dogs and posted my blue skies photo.

Later in the day, after I’d walked and fed the dogs, I thought I’d do a bit of gardening quickly, and hack back some of the side vines to put in the big rubbish bin (wheelie).

Now, in South Africa (well the Western Cape for sure), people go round the streets in the dark of night and rifle through your rubbish bin, which you’ve already put outside on the street for collection the next day, because the refuse guys usually come before 7 am. There is nothing of use in my bin, as we recycle everything, but if I ever do have something that I have not already taken to a charity shop, then I put it on top for the guys.

When my parents were visiting here from the UK, years ago, and we were going out one night on rubbish night, my Dad whispered to me, “There’s someone going through your rubbish.” I’m like, “Yes, of course.” We are so used to it that you forget it is not usual in all countries.

Well, I don’t mind them going through my bin. But I do mind that they open and empty every packet and the bin gets very smelly, and there is rubbish on the street for me to pick up in the morning. One way round this is to fill up my bin with garden refuse. I do this every week. Only this week I hadn’t had a chance, because my right thumb was extremely sore, red and swollen at the base joint; my dog, Little Monkey, in her inexhaustible exuberance, had sprained it and I couldn’t do any gardening.

So, since my thumb was much better now, I decided to go out and cut some vines to fill up the bin. I fished around for my gardening gloves on the floor and then was looking for the good shears, when my left index finger got “stung”. I jumped back, only to find the large hack saw attached to my finger-pad by its nasty sharp interlocking teeth.

OUCH!

(I usually keep the hack saw blade wrapped in cardboard, so I don’t know what happened there. Yes, it is in thick cardboard now!!)

There was quite a hole ripped in the pad of my finger, and blood spurting everywhere. By the time I’d sorted that out I decided the bin could go out as it was. And looking at blue skies, hugging my dogs and breathing wasn’t going to work any more.

So I poured myself a large Pernod on the rocks! Cheers!

post script: If I had any computer skills at all, I would have removed the telephone line from the sky photo above!

20 thoughts on “When breathing isn’t enough! – Wordy Wednesday

  1. ady

    First of All,I am glad your teeth got fixed and you got your grin back.. πŸ˜‰ The pic is beautiful,no thanks to the electric wires’ omnipresence,I can perfect understand how they hinder a perfect picture…But nevertheless vibrant colors.. πŸ™‚ Now I just hope ,you finger gets healed fast… πŸ™‚

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    1. scifihammy Post author

      Thanks – finger doing fine – and I hacked the vines this morning! So it’s all good πŸ™‚ I hope you’re having a great holiday πŸ™‚

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  2. Bad touch Bear

    Can collecting. They come and go through the loads of garbage bags the APT management puts out on recycling day. I personally don’t DIG through garbage but if I see something I want; even if its trash, I will go after it.
    I hope your finger heals and doesn’t get infected!

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  3. kismet

    its about time you ad I shared a drink…i’ll have an GnT …and I sends you many a hug…the picture is utterly gorgeous and the line makes it realistic πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

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  4. Sarah Ferguson

    What a bad day! I wholeheartedly agree with a drink at the end of that one!

    And we have people who go through our trash here as well (though I think it is localized around the States, as I never remember it happening when I lived in Wisconsin – I do the same as you, leaving out things that I think the people who go through the trash might want).

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  5. pensitivity101

    Our bins used to be collected around 5.30am where we used to live (and the collectors weren’t quiet either!)
    On one of the canals, the boaters recycle their own unwanted stuff by leaving anything useful by the bridge. Nothing is ever wasted, and what is one man’s discarded lawn mower flex is another’s electricity rewiring!

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  6. Midwestern Plant Girl

    Boy o boy, you did have a poopy day!
    I send you good karma thoughts! Zzzzzzst! Feel better now? πŸ˜ƒ
    We have garbage pickers here also. They don’t generally go thru the bins, just want scrap metal and old furniture.

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