Coronavirus Day 296 — Roadwork

Early in the pandemic I was a Bob Jones Trail die hard.  James was home and so I’d submit a request for leave and hit the trail as often as I could.  But these days I’m only free in the early evening and so the next best thing is what I call “The Loop.”  It’s basically about a 45 minute circle from our house up the mountain, down the mountain, and up the mountain.  It’s peaceful to then cool down on Treehouse Bench.

I was noticing a lot of trash of late and so last week I talked James into doing The Loop with me while I also used my handy dandy trash grabber for some local community service.  I got the blue doctor’s glove and the thing that looked like Quip toothbrush packaging and at least one beer bottle.  Down along the canyon I went to get a plastic bottle full of discolored water and James yells at me, “Don’t get that!  It’s a bottle full of pee.”  And naive me is like, “Naaaani?  Nah.”  (OK, I didn’t speak Japanese.  But I totally should have.)

And then he gives me the backstory on how bottles such as this come to be and are flung out of people’s pickup truck windows.  I added that pickup truck part which I’m sure is a veritable stereotype but based on the forensic evidence, this bottle is totally from a pickup.  I use my grabber to put it in the bag as I do NOT plan to walk past it now every day and have to look at it, and am glad for this life lesson given I might have emptied it in order to recycle the bottle.

A few nights ago I’m enjoying a golden, sparkling wine beverage and Jake is like, “How can you drink that?  You won’t even drink water out of yellow glasses!”  Then he gets a huge case of the giggles at his own wit.

He’s right.  At some point I proclaimed I will not drink anything from our yellow glasses.  And now….  yellow water bottles.

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