Trash Day

 

Long after the time for sitting is over comes the task of disposing of a well-worn bench.  Wrought iron sides and legs connected with long sections of hardwood slats.

 

The iron has survived the years, but the wood no longer supports its own weight.  We dismantle it, and set the exhausted slats into the trash, for collection.

 

The following week the iron pieces go to the curb, awaiting pickup.

 

Here's the thing.  Both sections of iron, left side and right side in the same trash can, cannot be lifted.   The weight is equivalent to two 18-wheelers, loaded down with 2 African elephants each, all having peanut breath. 

 

There is a mechanical arm on the trash truck that lifts the trash cans up and over the trash truck, then flips them upside-down, allowing the contents of the can to fall into the truck.

 

This will truly be a test of strength.  I will be up watching.  This might be quite entertaining.

6:25 am

I awake to the sound of the trash pickup.  I am too late to get out there to watch.  By the time I do, the truck is long gone.  The lift was apparently successful.  Nothing remains but a slight hint of peanuts in the air.