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THE DUMP TRUCK ENCOUNTER. (A life lesson)

Most mornings I wake bathed in fuzzies.

Other mornings I need more throttle. I’d wake with a hangover of “stuff” I hadn’t completely dealt with the previous day.

Something didn’t quite go as expected;

Someone didn’t act as I’d thought they would;

Someone didn’t follow my advice (and why should they anyway?)

This dump truck morning was one of those. Quiet time at 6.00 am helped but I still wasn’t quite there. I collected the dogs and off we went. Enjoying that time of the day when most of the world around the marina are still asleep.

Our first encounter was an old timer with a droopy moustache and grizzly beard. (I also think he was missing some teeth.) He told me all about getting up early in his working life as a sheet metal worker. I professed ignorance and was entertained to a description of how sheet metal was made and where it was used. I now am knowledgeable…

Waving goodbye we continued. I breathed deeply, enjoying the crisp morning air and the peace. But my feng shui was shattered by the banging and clanging of the dump truck. (aka Waste Management.)

These monsters rumble along and then struggle to line themselves up with the dumpster. From the front of the truck two-pronged lifty “thingies” resembling elephant tusks extend. And are maneuvered below the container.

An up and over and boom crash thump groan creak, dump the contents into the back of the truck. Then in reverse order, creak groan thump crash boom, the elephant tusks are tucked away. The container having once again made a safe landing, the monster rumbles away.

I changed my route but my timing was off and I ended up near the next dump truck stop. My precious feng shui something of the past I glared at the dump truck. Thinking thoughts elaborated with a vocabulary unfit for a woman of my advanced age. Or any age for that matter!

At this point I would like to say something gave me a gentle nudge. But, it was more like a sudden awareness of how self-centered I was. Who did I think I was? “My” peace, “my” walk?

Shouldn’t I rather be grateful that I live in a place where garbage removal is available and a fact of life?

Which brought me to my next thought? How many other daily things do we take for granted?

I continued in a different frame of mind and was able to put the previous day’s ghosts to rest.