I think that it is often the little things in life that bring us the most joy. Yesterday, the highlight of my day was taking out the rubbish. Why? Well let me set the scene.
Our garbage bins are taken out weekly, although I think over Christmas and New Years they should be taken out twice weekly, because for the last half of the week our bins have been full. Nay, they have been over-flowing. And what happens when rubbish is overflowing and the bin lid is not on properly closed? Possums and Crows feast on the contents. My mother learnt this the hard way. Twice. She even told the daring tale of having to pick used sanitry pads up from the driveway.
In consideration of what happens when the bin is full, I have been stock-piling garbage. Now, it's not too bad because I haven't been home much and I only had a couple of plastic shopping bags full. So yesterday, when the bins were emptied, I removed my garbage in a delighted fashion. It was a very exciting moment. Comparable only to when a vital white good is fixed after being out of action for a week or more.
Like I said, it's the little things that bring the most joy.
