If there was ever any doubt as to whether I'm funny, witty, humorous OR zany, this will disprove and dispel any doubt to those vicious rumors. Musings on a saturday afternoon...............while washing my garbage can.............and thinking back..................oh, well................Years ago while Jack and I were taking private french language lessons we went to a french speaking movie in Berkeley, Ca., to get the "flavor" of the language. I probably didn't understand a bit of it and who DOES(?!) when you are so busy reading the sub-titles, anyway. But we were into our "hippy" stage or as "hippy" as we ever got, which wasn't really hippy for northern California in the 70s and 80s. Anyway, we also went to see a movie "The Incredible Lightness of Being" and now that I think back on it, it was rather a dud about a czech doctor during the soviet invasion of his country in the late 60s. But I just loved the title - whatever it means.
I've had this trash can for about 8 years now and I just love it. Can't find that kind any more. It's been with us during the move here 2 years ago, but it didn't really fit in the kitchen (this means I kept tripping over it or running into it and knocking it over!). So it was relegated to the garage just outside the door from laundry (famous or infamous to some of you depending on where you've started reading this blog and what your feelings are on laundry rooms in general). I see it everyday and just sigh and pat it when going in and out. Our garbage is now under the sink and it is kinda inconvenient to have it there but when you're scaling down ya adjust, know what I mean????
Today, I'm making little hang tags in my computer room/home office/craft room. I need another garbage can in there - or really in here since that's where I am at the moment. I start thinking, which Jack will tell you unequivocally is definitely a bad sign (for him anyway). :-) I want that garbage can under the sink in here! That means the green can comes back in and I risk the chance of tripping over it once again. I'll risk it!! I bring the can in and start washing it and that's where I'm thinking of that movie, the french lessons (Jack still can't speak a lick of french or even recognize the language; I'm thinking it's a mental thing about the french instructor, Holly, correcting his "je" so many times) and what in the heck I'm gonna post on my blog.
So this is it. My musings on a saturday afternoon while cleaning the garbage can for use in the house once again. (Can is very happy; I think I'll even give it a decal of roses!) Now, ya gotta click on the garbage can image to see what what it has to say about the whole affair!!
