So, yesterday I parked in the driveway of a seasonal-use cabin. My plan was to go south and then north, filling yellow bags. A young man named Sam came out of the neighboring cabin and I asked permission to park there. He thanked me for what I was doing and said he might join me one day.
We chatted a while and then I started. I was on a schedule because I was going somewhere that evening and didn't want to be late. I'll tell you about that in a big post coming up--when I have time, that is.
I went south, crossed the highway and worked my way back. I tied off the bag and reloaded the fanny pack in which I carry extra bags....and couldn't find my work gloves. I looked all over. They had to be here. I'd taken then off when I tied off that last bag.
|That's the arm opening of my vest.|
I walked on, filling bags. I reached my intended destination for the day and left the bag on the shoulder of the highway as I picked up a few items around that area. One of those was a red plastic beverage bottle. I tossed it towards the litter bag. The opening of the bag was facing away from me.
Guess where the bottle landed.
|Right in the opening of the bag.|
Some days you just can't lose.
When I returned to the truck, I saw an envelope stuck under the windshield wiper. (Actually, to tell the truth, I didn't see it until I pulled out onto the highway.)
Aw, gosh. Look at this, a gift from Sam.
Some days, you really can't lose.
I'm off again. There are beer cans and McFastfood wrappers calling me.